Leave the shoe
where you found it,
on the sidewalk
in front of the house.
That broken sole, that torn toe,
may mean nothing to the owner;
maybe he’s fine with that shoe, maybe
it’s the only left shoe he owns.
Maybe he lost it running away
and now he’s safe and will return.
It’s not your place to decide
what is disgusting and useless.
The street
where the broken shoe
awaits its fate
is not your place to judge.
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