Shoes rains,
It
and they get
the puddles.
It
snows,
and they get the cold.
We
walk, and they get
worn, beaten, ripped, and,
when
they're old,
they get thrown away, replaced by a I
wish we
so
much
new
didn't
in
pair.
have
common.
by Eve Parker
Bound For We the
all
stand, balanced against
movement of the
train.
We
slow down, stop. Doors slide open, businessmen, families,
push
in,
of no space available. in front of
behind
all
ignoring the appearance
my
Anns
cross
my
head,
face, over
my back. The
air is
too
warai, colognes mix, and swirl in
my head. close.
I
We
want all
out!
The doors
stand, closer now,
balanced, and bound.
by Eve Parker
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