I watched as you limped across the narrow lane where shadows play with tall drunken buildings
You stopped at a puddle and thought for a while chin pressed deep into your chest
Then you skirted the pool of muddy water instead of jumping over it
I watched as you turned your head and looked back and your eyes moved around for a while looking for an anchor in the old hanging balconies
I thought of the picture of a God who had wings on his feet
And a heel that was hurt
Make me your weathered leather shoes for a day
I will perhaps show you a couple of brown coins I still keep in my wallet
And take you out for coffee someday
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