traveling exhibit

New places feel hard under my shoes 

There are no footprints to fit my soles 

I scuff my heels on weathered glass 

Digging for something familiar 

There are no footprints to fit my soles 

Only too tall, too long, too wide 

Digging for something familiar 

I uncover novelties 

Only too tall, too long, too wide 

I stick out of crowds 

I uncover novelties 

Every time I look out 

I stick out of crowds 

My glasses too dark for foreign suns 

Every time I look out 

I barely avoid collisions 

My glasses, too dark for foreign suns, 

Casting shadows, bruises 

I barely avoid collisions 

My head held high 

Casting shadows, bruises 

New places feel hard under my shoes 

My head held high 

I scuff my heels on weathered glass.