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Poem: Clothing

I’m told it’s clothes that make a man
But shoes tell richer tales
My closet speaks of no skills or plans
Far less than fabric bales
 
No shoes from past days
Just old shoes that gather dust beside
Tight running shoes all scratched and crazed
From falls and slips and slides
 
One pair of runners, one designer French unworn
Those almost new
Not seen the road hardly un-sown
While no dirt  unseen in dew
 
Some business shoes for business wear—
I see rare scratches and scars—
Those are business black there
For walking off afar
 
No dress leathers for the singing scene—
My love, you look intriguin’
I wish for sheepskin slippers can be seen
Not complaining, but I soon a vegan
 
Some sandals for the beach and sun
Or paddling a canoe
Brown sandles for grassy runs
Before a family brew
 
Same running shoes for the court and gym
Used for the while spring’s high
Sandle shoes to wear while sheets I trim
Again the running shoes for sailing large or by
 
Five pairs there’s no naked feet
Yours too, my dearest love
Let’s wear them tumbling for a treat
That needs no cobbler’s art.

(2015)

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