I stand alive, staring at these Mezlan ‘Opera’ Oxfords,
\nWith soles that have yet to touch the ground.\u00a0
\nMy eyes are fascinated with the eyelets, five-a-side,
\nStaring seemingly back as I stand looking into the box.\u00a0<\/p>\n
This quiet patent finish is perfect, without flaw or marring of any sort,
\nLeather the way to go, shiny, silk lining on the inside,
\nVery expensive, stylishly understated, and the tongue is never loose.
\nThis is the perfect finish, a metaphor.<\/p>\n
The fit is almost custom, and customs are important \u2013 you taught me that.\u00a0
\nI wish I could show you these shoes, in whose leather shine
\nI see only the reflection of myself,
\nFrowning back at my beguiled countenance.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The obligatory shoes I purchased for this customary walk
\nPinch as I shift my weight, a reminder:
\nI may wear their like, but
\nI will never fill those shoes.<\/p>\n
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I stand alive, staring at these Mezlan ‘Opera’ Oxfords, With soles that have yet to touch the ground.\u00a0 My eyes are fascinated with the eyelets, five-a-side, Staring seemingly back as…<\/p>\n