Somewhere in New Mexico a lonely Samba sits.
My favorite shoes are Sambas.
I've had them so long. So very long.
But somewhere in New Mexico a lonely Samba sits.
The left Samba kneels next to my door.
It whimpers now and then.
Don’t know what happened.
Too busy fleeing a scene, or too hung-over to pack right.
Either way, one fell out while camping, and now sits,