October 2005 / Volume Six / Issue Five
Jason Heroux

It started raining shoes, all sorts of shoes.
Who did they belong to?  One of them
hit me in the head and it hurt like hell. 
There were so many shoes in the street
we started drowning in them. 
We couldn’t wear them all. 
People began burying the shoes underground.
I tried to find the ones that matched and put them together. 
The mayor called a town meeting. 
“It’s just a dream,” he told everyone. 
They passed a law that said
we had to shake each other to make sure we were all awake. 
Only criminals slept.  And the shoes kept falling and falling.