Blue leather glove
Blue leather glove, sprawled upon the cobbled bridge, kicked through and through, spat on, crushed by scurrying sensation-hungry feet of Spanish sighseers, time after time. Blue leather glove engraved in my brain. Forget about it...No, wait. ..its beveled contours branded upon the cobblestones. Lonesome, No, singular. A statement of sufficiency. Its other half adds nothing but the convention of a pair.