Shoes
Shoes are hanging out to dry
hanging on a line,
they'll be polished by and by;
shine, shoes, shine.
Shoes are walking down the street,
walking on a line;
dusty shoes on tired feet,
shine, shoes, shine.
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If everyone knew everyone
from Cuba to Canton,
there’d be no block to any
city street;
everyone knows Jonathan
and everyone knows John
but Jonathan and John
will never meet.
Regimentation
In New York
on East 53rd Street
I saw a fly
walking across the street
on the green light.
Illusions
There was an old woman
who hadn’t a thing to wear
except holes.
So she sewed the holes together
and she dressed herself with care;
but people passed her in the street
as though she were not there.
Laundry
I took my laundry out to iron—
quite a natural thing to do—
it had been crumpled for much too long
and I hoped I could make it look like new.
And what do you think they said to me,
as though I were doing wrong somehow;
“What is the matter? What are you doing?
What is the reason? Why do you have to?
Why do you iron your laundry now?”
I’ve put my laundry back in a bundle,
nothing could make me try any more;
but it’s not my fault if they find tomorrow
more of a mess than there was before—
And I'll go, right now, to the end of the street
and buy myself a brand-new sheet.
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