Linda Batchelder

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The Shoes

Shuffling forward slowly
On cardboard fitted soles;
Rancid bits of leather
Held in place by weathered twine.
Shoes that tell a story
Of bitterness and pain.
On passing by
With head bent low,
Silent screams of sorrow
Pierce the air with every step.