Two shoes one brown one black
On a grimy street in Toronto lay
Flat the black a foot its lack
The brown on its side sits today

Of the two there is no clue
To the locatios of their mates
A pair only in that there are two
Emptyness it seems their dual fates

Oh to be sated by inner warmth
And to feel a sense of need
Cold a chatter wind from the north
To be taken inside they plead

Soon drops a dark veil of night
Over two shoes craving light.

11/13/2011