The Shoe

A curious thing is a shoe in the road,

alone and departed from the foot it once knew.

How did it come to be there this way,

with not a soul around?

 

Is there a being traveling this road with one shoe on

and the other mysteriously missing?

Or did someone acting mischievously

Just toss it there as they passed by

Knowing that another, such as myself,

Would find it and begin to puzzle?

 

With questions unanswered and

my mind still wondering,

I decide to move on.

 

Yet, first, I pause to slowly gaze downward

just to be certain I still possess both

my shoes.

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