Cold and Shoeless
Cold and Shoe less
On the cold and wet pavement.
On a misty and drizzly winter’s morn.
Crossing the intersection in clear view, was a gentleman without socks or shoes.
Immediately I knew, though I did not know how, that I was not going to allow that scene to continue.
Therefore, when the light turned green, I rushed to cut him off at the nearest driveway.
I stopped as he approached in front of me and asked,
“Where are your shoes?” His reply was, “Someone stole
My shoes”. From my vehicle, I asked him to come to me.
By the time he reached my vehicle, I had pulled off my shoes. When he reached my door, I said to him, “Here are your shoes.”
I returned home, parked in my driveway, and walked barefooted to the side door of my garage. Now I was walking shoe less about 25 feet; and every step was wet and cold. For just a little while, I identified with my shoe less friend on the street; and I was very pleased that I shared my warm shoes with him.
11102015 PS Contest, Any Poem #37 by Poet Destroyer A
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