Fully
clothed, in quite the typical fashion, the softness of off grey athletic socks,
are sheathed by snugly fitting high-end leather. The whiteness of the fashion plates are
offset by the normal sights and “scenery,” where an ever-present assortment of
debris, is somehow providing an emulation of life to the dirt, dust, filth and
grime that lingers about the familiar and routine path. The blue splash logo blurs as feet progress
forward, stepping one foot behind the other, in a mundane version of
syncopation, connecting Lamborghini soles to the cracked aesthetics of what
once was widely considered prime suburban real estate. The mind often wanders discreetly, yet many
times, such as is the case for this particular excursion, it remains blank as
thoughts decided to take refuge or vacation, either way, illustrative
enough. If it weren’t for the foul, yet
comforting familiarity that accompanies each of the many strands of scent
created from the exhaust that’s consistently generated and then subsequently
cast off into the air, I would’ve most likely not have been aware of the
distance traveled, of the time that had elapsed, where my current location was,
or that my journey would soon come to an end.
Those thick black clouds of gaseous composition remind me of why I left
home in the first place, and when combined with the arrival of the monstrous
beast that is public transportation, I knew the conclusion was here. The song of the city sticks with me
throughout the day; reminding me that in just a few short hours the hydraulics
will sing once more, and of the path I will most certainly retrace, and of a
damp cloth patiently waiting at home, eagerly anticipating the arrival of my
return, and for finding out what types of dirty, dirty things those sneakers
accumulated since the time it left that morn.
My
feet are in my socks. My socks are in my
shoes. I walk to the bus stop. The bus arrives. The day moves forward. The bus arrives. I walk back home. My feet are removed from my shoes. I wipe the dirty from the shoes.
I
put on my socks and shoes. I walk to
catch the bus. Eventually I return home
and clean my shoes.
I
leave the house. I ride the bus
twice. I reenter the house. I clean my shoes.
When
you walk through dirty streets, it is likely you’ll have to clean your shoes.
If
shoes get dirty they need to be cleaned.
Walking
can be dirty. But dirt can be cleaned.
