The Shoes
It must have happened in the night.
In the backyard, a pair of men’s shoes.
They loll now,
mouths agape and concussed.
Crows are pecking at the shoelaces.
Rain-fish splash into the uppers
bobble and plash inside leather throats.
The shoes have gained weight since dawn,
They’re water-logged by the drenching.
They cannot now be carried off
by small wet dogs, or ground hogs.
Were they abandoned,
or is this a more sinister augury?
I imagine two pale feet,
awaiting to be discovered
in another part of town.
I confess these fears to the officer;
he assures me these feelings
are quite normal.
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