new borrowed shoes

it's a short

line

of cars with their

headlights

on.

three at most,

each with

one driver,

vague acquaintances

from the senior

home.

he's outlived his friends,

his family,

and many

of those he knew.

so many

people have gone before

him,

so many pets too,

so many

houses and neighborhoods

that he lived in,

so many beds

he rested his head upon,

so many

potluck dinners,

church services

and barbeques.

so many hours with lovers,

with wives,

with books,

with television.

so many, and yet now

this,

nearly alone,

buried in new borrowed

shoes.