Old Brown Shoes
Faces on the street convey hysteria, alarm, urgency, an element of pleading. This place isn’t safe. Junkies lurk in the shadows of the pedestrian tunnel. The homeless congregate in doorways and cardboard shanties. An old pair of brown shoes dangles by the laces from overhead power lines. Tantalizing illusions designed to keep us toiling have dwindled to just a scattered few. At a so-called amusement park in New Jersey, refugees are refused entry. A swirling gull screeches. Hell is when no one believes your cries.
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