Friday, March 30, 2018

Robert Lee Haycock writes


Unshod

Tripping down stairs as fragile as a broken smile
Where the hell are my boots?
Trying to hold on at a newfound stranger's window
Where the hell are my boots?
Thinking you could break up that gang fight again
Where the hell are my boots?
Taking me in tears while Grandmother gets the mail
Where the hell are my boots?
 
 Barefoot Walk -- Dan Casado

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