I place insoles and inserts
Inside my boots
To dampen effects of sidewalks,
The hard boiled surfaces
In which I watch for cracks
Who stub and trip my stride,
Enough to throw me onto
Wobbly ankles and tender tendon seas
My body is a micro ocean
Without a Moses ……..and
The city is so red, red, red, red
With its pyramid condominiums
And no matter how hard I stomp down
Upon the wimpiest concrete
My boots scuff and scratch
In my garden, I pry my boots off
My toes have been taught
To cluster towards the center.
Nails curl down, out, and away
Like claws who have forgotten
How to scratch, dig, take hold.
Feet so thin, soft, and pinkish brown
Still, I pretend I can run barefoot
Until my hooves must be restored.