Mireille Eid

A Foot


In the morning
As I walk past the old people’s home
I look at the row of windows
And see my reflection
Again and again.
Every two steps
It appears
then disappears.
One day
One of the windows was open.
An old foot on white sheets appeared.
A calm foot
It was shiny and pale.

In the morning
As I walk the old people’s home
An old foot chases my steps
Watching me
Wear out my shoes.


©Mireille Eid


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