Shoes

Busted loafers
Of tramps’ elegance
Of rheumy eyes
Leathery skin
Well worn in.

Sleek black of boot
Erupting pale shin
On the rush hour train
Pain.

Serpentine sandals
By rented loungers,
Pedalo flounders,
Flags faded,
Shawls shaded,

Or on the slushy
Streets molting suede,
Two pairs of socks,
White breath of
Morning fox
Glimpsed down the street
With bare feet.