Lonely Feet | 2010




Colorfully brown and sturdy

bordering four rigid right angles

tiles never looking so anemic

meshing in soft clashes of discordance

beneath these bronze flip-flops 

of two fines lines.

 

The glitter on a left strap

fading out of sight

just as airplanes do when they 

uproot a person from his home

and plant him elsewhere 

in far away strange lands.

 

Fabulously flickering their florescence,

right straps allowing

 intrinsic chaotic differences 

to emerge and lash out in muffled moans

as they try to remain part of the bigger picture;

Still, part of that same slipper.

 

Minute discrepancies appear not so minute after all;

though strangely enough, 

the slipper flaunts around its success:

In proportionality, size, and comfort.

 

I observe my feet 

and once again take notice 

of the blatant dissimilarities between the two straps

and the two masses

that will inevitably crash and collide someday.

I keep staring for another three hours.

Your plane will land soon.

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