A Single Shoe Poem by Ronald DAgostino

Everywhere I look lately, all I see are single shoes. On the road side and by the lakes, in the trees and on the trails. Empty holes once occupied by lost souls, the treads are worn now on the soles. On the parkways and on the shoulders, a single boot now that the weather is colder. Untied laces bruised and battered, put their faces on the matter. Waterproof now soaked in rain, reflections of the better days, reflecting back the memories, as does the one swaying from the trees. On the beaches and power lines they seem to be, reminding me of better times.