Sometimes you’re out and about
and you see a shoe
–a single shoe, just lying there
and you gotta wonder. . .
how do you lose one shoe?
(is it a leftie or a rightie?)
Is the world full of Cinderellas running late?
In the case of the errant flip-flop on beach trails
it’s a Sanderella souvenir
(or Sunderella. . .or even Finderella)
a one-off from a mermaid with shore leave
rushing to return to the briny depths before 12 bells
–sun-bleached beach attire strewn behind her,
dune buggy just a shell of its time-sensitive chassis–
but what about the Converse sneaker?
(not those laced & paired over hi-voltage wires above)
the singleton. . .
what’s the story there?
Is that a Shirts and Skin-derella story?
a ballplayer just dying for a pick-up game
who shoots, scores, unlaces, and bolts before the buzzer?
seems unlikely. . .
but then, losing one shoe seems something hard to miss at POS.
Then there’s the work boot you sometimes see,
Clearly a “Done-derella” story
a: that clock couldn’t chime 5 times quick enough
“take-your-job-and-your-mandatory-attire and hit the bricks” classic
–shredded blue collar cut from the neck
it squeezed somewhere in the vicinity—
I’m just sayin’. . .
you never see a glass stiletto just
lying there as you’re toolin’ around town
–not unless you live near Hollywood & Vine.
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