soleless

worn shoes
sitting placid
the holes in the soles
of a souless wonderment
leaking muddy water
to soak through
threadbare socks

squishing down
broken sidewalks
seeking sanctity in
solemn culpabilities
a trail of sodden
footprints leading
farther from the
hallowed halls of
hollow homesteads
long reclaimed by the
unnatural nurturings
of matronly nature
in vapid disdain

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