In the middle of the street, on the dotted yellow line
There was a shoe.
Not a pair.
Just one.
There was nothing particularly eye-catching about the shoe itself.
It was pale blue.
Clean, free of tire marks.
A velcro sneaker.
Small.
Maybe a toddler's.
It was there on the middle of the street, resting perfectly -
A little crooked, but sole-down, saddle-up -
Right on the yellow line.
Just something to think about today.
There was a shoe.
Not a pair.
Just one.
There was nothing particularly eye-catching about the shoe itself.
It was pale blue.
Clean, free of tire marks.
A velcro sneaker.
Small.
Maybe a toddler's.
It was there on the middle of the street, resting perfectly -
A little crooked, but sole-down, saddle-up -
Right on the yellow line.
Just something to think about today.
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