Despite their loud shine
I bought the black shoes
One painting day
in the shuffle of things
being moved from one room
to another, some furniture
leg must have got stuck in the
sandal
a strap gave way
I was getting ready to do away
with them with a new pair
And then it struck me
that there are cobblers
to mend
There are street hawkers
who mend broken plastic buckets
The man who collects garbage
earnestly wants the
cardboard boxes
lying outside.
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