Read Poem: THE SHOE, by Joe Russo

And together the two
They made a shoe
With a soul and a virgin tongue
Intended to be worn
By only one
The one who’ll wear it
Til it’s death
Or his
And so it waits
Too often impatiently
To be worn
And oh too often
It’s worn by other’s
Maybe it’s a loafer
Easy to slip in and out of
For anyone
Who wants to wear it
Or perhaps it’s open
At both ends
For variety
On trips around the world
And back
Or maybe a sneaker
The quiet one
And no one knows
It’s been sneaking
Until it’s bought
By the one
The ONLY one who’s supposed to wear it
I hope he didn’t pay much
But then again
I wonder how many shoes
He’s worn
And made comfortable
For someone else to wear
I think before
I buy my shoe
I’ll be sure
That when I do
The box is opened
First by me
And last too.

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