Poems and Poetry

West Lane | A Poem by Stan Morrison

someone left a shoe in the middle of the road
a single black shoe on the blacktop in the rain
a trailer park, med office, gas station, veterinary clinic
provide the boundaries of this wet intersection
a specific shoe, color, left or right, size, brand
an amorphous detail of who, when why, how

we see each other in superficial terms
often devoid of any human details
the rain washes away the clues
the light turns green
then we drive away



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