the sole
of my shoe comes loose.
a small rubber piece
is flapping
as I walk.
I stop to check it out.
I take
the shoe off and examine
it closely.
I wonder
if there's a cobbler
around here,
or anywhere.
do they fix shoes anymore?
a woman waiting for a bus
looks over at me
and say.
I've had that happen before.
the bus comes
and she gets on it.
I see her looking at me
as the bus chugs away.
I put the shoe back on
and go to the drug
store
for some rubber glue.
I squeeze out a few drops
and try to hold
the piece together.
it's still flopping
as I walk,
trying to ignore it,
but make it home okay.
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