One of Two
It was one shoe of two.
One without the other.
A fractured pair
laying upside-down there
reflected and blurred
in my car side mirror.
Why one shoe?
Why that lonely black stiletto
abandoned in the spring green grass?
Why so precariously perched
on the street curb?
Absurd.
The signal changed from red to green
and I rolled away.
One shoe of two
quickly sliding from sight
and yet caught
in my thoughts.
CHM 4/22/2016
