Big Shoo

you ought to bow your head

your face is untied, & you

wouldn’t want to

trip on that flapping tongue

. . .

your soul worn so thin in places

loops would be easy

–scuffing the fine details

of the

whole shoe

–platform and all–

on your way down.


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I bring to you an arrow, whole, Use it, or break it, But if you choose to take it --Know-- With it also, I will go. © Karen Robiscoe @1992

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