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I stare down

At two worn shoes

And the floor between them.

I roll my ankles to see little tread;

Many miles of years have traveled here

And what is there?

I can feel moisture

Trickle down

Inside my nose

As I continue to stare.

Plop goes a noise tear

amid my weary souls.

I know I need to look ahead

But my focus is stuck.

On two worn shoes

The floor;

And a noise drop.

Lady J