Lisa Marie Zaran


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)