Shoe Stop

When day care classes take a stroll, In line with lime green smocks, They look so cute while navigating New York City blocks. With grown-ups at the front and back And sometimes in-between, They move along, accustomed to This urban life routine. Though yesterday, I passed a group And heard a teacher shout, “Shoe stop!” and so I turned to see What that was all about. Apparently, one little boy Had stepped out of his shoe And kept on walking, unperturbed, As children often do. The teacher held the sneaker up; The kids looked at their feet. The owner found, the class continued Marching down the street. The way the kids responded Told me this was not so rare, Though hopefully, the kids go home With both shoes of a pair. This little city sighting, As I wandered on my way, Was a tiny taste of urban life That often makes my day.