soles hung by the window,
smooth leather shone, despite
light lost, despite the rain.
did you make these soles,
did you stitch and polish them.
did you make your mark there,
hang for all to see?
do many come in on the street,
after looking for housman, lost.
do many say, they would not do,
where we live, slipping the slate.
those are london shoes, not country shoes,
yet the soles are admirable, sir.