i seldom
travel in your city
and this day
i park my car far from
the shoe repair shop
where i bring
a pair of old and worn shoes
for repair
i told the shoe-man
this is a white shoe
make it black
and this is leather
make it appear alive
like the skin of a
crocodile
meanwhile the
tv shop has
turned into an
eatery
the pharmacy
has become another
mall for
old and
overworked people
there are only two of
them now
one is always coughing
and the other
is obese
the third whom
i met a long time ago
is already dead
the old man
slouched
and i remember
the hoe
the city has
changed
people meet me
and they
do not remember
on the same
odd way
i don't remember
where i
was
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