There was a shoe
Black and white tartan pattern
Woven ***** white laces
That walked
In aimless directions for its master
The rubber sole sturdy
No matter the terrain
Of homeless encampments
Rocky back alleys
Snow climbed inside the bare foot
"Can you bring me some socks"
When you called that winter afternoon, the sun fading
"My toes are so cold"
Our house but a mile away
And you almost die at my feet
Jan 15, 2025
Jan 15, 2025 at 6:47 PM UTC
There was a shoe
Black and white tartan pattern
Woven ***** white laces
That walked
In aimless directions for its master
The rubber sole sturdy
No matter the terrain
Of homeless encampments
Rocky back alleys
Snow climbed inside the bare foot
"Can you bring me some socks"
When you called that winter afternoon, the sun fading
"My toes are so cold"
Our house but a mile away
And you almost die at my feet
