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.