Tuesday, November 15, 2011

where the railroad cuts through nowhere

a pair of shoes dangle
from shoelaces worn thin,
skinny broken necks wrapped
twice around a telephone wire

the shoes hang against a watery
sky like the feet

of a criminal,
a little lynching that
marks the beginnings
of railroad tracks

how many feet run bare
through the cornfields?

somewhere, sometime
those shoes belonged
to someone

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