Black Shoes in the Snow
Posted on January 10, 2007
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The old church grounds are set to become condos
Half-million dollar mini-mansions
Where every suite is a penthouse suite
Towering over the Avenue of Nations to the north-east
Symbols of a new religion
False idols become real, if worshipped long enough
In the meantime
The great blizzard—the worst winter storm since ‘89
Drops a fresh ocean of white upon the city
Drifts moving like waves
In the highway-polishing wind
Fresh foot prints break the new snow
Heading past the camp of homeless
A mix of children and old, haggard looking men
Hiding beneath the steps and steeples of the abandoned temple
Ten, fifteen, maybe even twenty metres away
The tracks stop dead
A pair of running shoes sits atop the snow
The only sign of the presumably barefoot owner
He had a friend or two, I hope
In that apartment complex for the damned
Few things are worse than dying the way I hope that he didn’t
Doing it without ever being missed
Is one of them
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I really like this piece, Adam. One of your best, I think. And the last one, too. Very good stuff.