I threw out a sole today–

Size 11 Wide.

It was nestled among the tree detritus

in the flower bed by the street.

I spent my last spring Saturday afternoon

cleaning up from winter’s wrath.

While I uncovered the tentative hosta leaves,

I discovered a sole.

I assume of a man.

I can’t help but wonder 

who he is 

and how he lost it.

Perhaps he didn’t notice it 

fell off on his walk home from the pub down the street.

Or maybe he and his lover had a spat

and his sole was a small price

for walking away before losing his pride.

Whatever the story,

I found a sole and buried it

in five bags of lawn compost.