Boots
Bare branches curling around wet pavement
Water glues leaves to the ground
High-collared jacket and a gust of wind
Turns a broken umbrella inside out.
Hair, tossed and sloshed
Boots leak as puddles touch deep ground
Hard and heavy, hard and heavy
Where’d I park? Where’d I park?
A long way off, sweetie — you’re a long way…
Street crossed and I skim the block
Boots, fail me don’t, please
On the other side and I contemplate
The merit of rain, of this day.
You made it — we made it
Nothing save your broken wedge
And watered, slippery black suede
So tarnished, so slick, so tired, so wet.
So tired, so wet.
There you are, crumpled
Sable pile on the kitchen floor, wheezing
Soaked in early November, destined for December…
To the shoe shop I’ll have you,
soon
tomorrow
today.
Without you, this season
simply
would not be the same.
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