The Laughter of Shoeless Feet
Date: Saturday, 19th November 2016 @ 09:00:48 AM AEST Topic: Sad Poetry
Contributed By: invierno
These feet,
Nary a peep,
Without fail,
bend leather
every time the same.
I thought this house mine.
This unsought consistency,
I now know,
Even though I hold the deed,
Points unerring
that the architect owns me.
Even shoes and shirts
obediently offer but
a left, a right;
choices,
therefore,
the stuff of laughter,
promenade
bare as shoeless feet.
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