They’ll Meet Again
Just as I went to open the door
A shoelace untied itself, tickling the floor.
My foot is slipped now from its vessel,
So I bend and attempt the reunion
Of my whole shoe and it’s disconnected brethren;
For it cannot bear this vagrant,
As does a Creationist, for it is Darwinist.
The shoes look like twins driven apart.
One’s a fixture, the other founders;
Each won’t work without the other.
So my crouching self begins to repair
The damage caused, this footwear rift;
My weight over the whole one I did shift.
Foot in place, laces tied
The pair look and feel complete.
I gingerly rise to my feet
Open the door and step outside.
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