(not to be confused with Rihanna’s “we found love in a hopeless place“)
In the morning the alley has boots, galoshes, sneakers, sandals sitting out. Rascal wants to pee. We see many useful items left behind.
Furniture, unread books, kitchen utensils. This is our Denver alley illustration.
Why are there shoes everywhere in such good shape in a supposed capitol hill neighborhood? Do the neighbors not know of good will? Are we that trashy? Or lazy? How come good shit is in the trash bin?
Someone or maybe many people pull them shoes out the dumpsters or
plant them there on that alley concrete.
An amalgam of trash and treasure.
Imagine a love where you leave a hidden treasure and your lover always knows where to look & life is simply about finding each other. Find the sole, soul, shoe, truth.
What if one person without a home fell in love in the alley behind this studio apartment (where I live) and the other lover wants to let that person know they care so they leave another pair of shoes and that’s why he keeps falling asleep by my window? What if it’s not scary, but beautiful – not sad, but inspiring? #whatIf
What if love and memories is why he keeps sleeping & sitting upright here? I’ll never know cuz I made this whole thing up. But I do ask what if someone digging through trash is building love?
Sometimes you dig and find treasure.