how much new shoes hurt
the end of your toes
and the butt of your heel.
I bet she's still walking
up and down and up
and down her railfence
road, unaware of the
black top two miles north.
But then again maybe that
suits her, poor dreams for a
poor girl, not looking any further
than her cobweb feet could take her.
I bet they're quiet, spook
quiet when she slips them
on in an early morning dark
then walks her twenty mile walks,
never an arm's length from the bed.
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