Shouts of intolerance in the distance. Navigating emptied back alleys that break into nature preserves. Trails latched into the quiet of vibrating insects during the late dusk. Suddenly, a child's shoe, to one side. White synthetic straps recently dirtied during abandonment. A single red, plastic jewel affixed to the toe-box. Mysteriously beautiful. I find myself unable to put it out of my mind the rest of the evening. My mouth drying out in the desiccated central valley air. My left thigh still brushed with the shadows of overtraining bruises. A withdrawal headache taking up residence behind my eyes. And still. That little girl's shoe, glinting in the sunset of memory. The journey home was very long.
11:33 p.m. - 2020-06-10
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