While I walked to work yesterday--
A new pair of shoes on my feet
Gnawing at me where Paris's strike fell
A bite at every step--
I fell in behind a freshly-showered young woman
Her hair was wet as it lay upon her shoulders and back
And the air behind her bore the chemical smell of her shampoo or conditioner
I saw her step to one side of the path
Take a picture with her cell phone
When I drew level with where she had paused
And she was yet several paces ahead
I saw that she had halted for a moment opposite a storm drain
In which a skunk rooted contentedly
I do not count it to my shame
I overtook the young woman not much later
Had it been
My heels paid any penance needed
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