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Tuesday, April 26, 2011

happy Boots

some delicate hands
tenderly shaped
this leather
to warm your feet;

and they waited
to swallow dust,
inhale a fire,
feel the raindrops,
stomp the rhythm
you so humbly call a blessing

danced
into a perfect shape
explaining the wonder of you.

Now they are whole,
uniquely shamanic silent -
happy Boots

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