A battered pair of soft leather shoes
    brown against gray cinder-blocks
        remembers the roads once traveled
  nights surrounded by forgotten
                       popcorn at the movies
      long afternoons spent embracing sweet grass

The casual passerby would not notice
            but the crease where
                                      had the topside been a face
               its mouth would have been
                      curved upwards in
                           fond recollection
                          of times long since past


blink


                      and it is once again
                  a battered pair of soft leather shoes
                      brown against gray cinder-blocks