Saturday, May 12, 2012

Walking in my Barefoot Shoes

each footfall is organic and precise
melding to the pavement underfoot, wet or dry,
dead moss or sodden leaves
or last year's fir needles. Each hillside speaks
the labored rhythm of my breath, my bellows-lungs,
the pistons of my thighs-- Down. Up. Down. Up.

These hills will know my feet, but not as shoes,
one pair among ten million trampling past
in haste. These sidewalks will remember toes
that like fingers gripped, caressed,
lifted reluctant from a loving clasp. Toes that scanned
the Braille message in the pebbled pavement and said yes,
yes! I know you
and now you know me.

Collection available! Knocking from Inside

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