A few week’s ago I was in Observatory shopping for new tyres for my car. It was a grey and rainy day. To kill time I went walking along the Main Road towards Salt River. There on the pavement I came across these shoes. It looked as though a man, in his stride, had disappeared out of his very fine brown shoes. Where had he gone, or disappeared to…?
The shoes that lost a man
On a day of traffic and grey clouds
I went walking past these shoes
Brown and worthy to be worn
mid stride they stood
as though feet and legs were in them
but where had the presumed man gone?
He had disappeared out of his shoes
teleported to another space
all his atoms vanishing to be
re-formed in another place?
The truth is he was no longer here
there or anywhere that I could see.
There were just his shoes and me.
I have come to report
that a man disappeared
out of his shoes
on a street where I walked.
To report the incident you see.
Please find where he could be
for as far as I can see
this could be happening all over the city
that shoes are losing their people
as they vanish into thine air.
No I am not losing my hair!
Surely you should care
to avoid a missing persons’ scare!
I reached the Taxi rank to scan
seeking a barefooted man,
no, not there
I rushed to the station
to meet the train
and people coming from Mitchells Plain,
no, not there
I climbed the hill to the hospital
but they were all barefoot there
lying comfy warm with care
and shoes beneath their beds.
I tried the markets walking slow
staring down below
but no, not there.
Frustrated and mystified
I returned to the shoes in my stride.
That they were still there
cannot be denied
but standing in them now all sepia
frozen as a statue was a man
with hat, dress suit and cane
his arms in walking swing
shoes in that first manless stride.
Hello said I with a quizzical smile
No time, said he, I’m off to meet my bride.
and stepped into the world of colour.
bobcommin.com 
Intriguing and delightful. Thanks, Bob.
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