Lonely Shoes

Cramped corners of the heart

awash with salted, swimming quips

I’ve spent so long barking that

I’ve forgotten the sound of other hounds.
Distant daylight digs into my

tightly wound eyelids

seeking the sunlit delight

of unrecognized shoes.
The puddle ponders

how little I reflect

these days.

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