Concealment
maybe
old boots
are just your way
of saying
so much for pretenses
and mud packed avenues.
this is Arizona after all
we don't get a lot of rain
dust,
yes
some wind
both I could live without
but
here you are
strutting around in broken
down leather, steely toed
and rudimentary, cracked
and creased as if
you've traveled up and down
a beaten path, loving every inch
of height they bring you.
and
there you go
tracking nothing
but a dry wash,
splitting air
with every step,
candidly foaming
at the sole.
The 2River View, 4.3 (Spring 2000)