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Laces tied years ago remain tightly undone, and
zippers released let my ankles wobble but breathe
every sleepy morning, when the dog whines at sunrise and
I drag my drowsy head off the pillow to take him out
into the dewy grass and mist, up the hill to the crape myrtle he's pissed on
every day since
we moved.
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But there they are every morning, unmoved, right
where I left them by the coat rack and the door with
their leather toes cracking and their heels wearing
down to threads while the soles erode like layers of
rock in a grand feet canyon under toe sweat rivers and the thin lining
gapes open
like caves.
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Sometimes the grass peeps through the sagging gap
between leather and sole at my toe tip and I feel the
blades or a leaf or a raindrop or a stick or a bug but
never the little moundy piles of molding poop the dog
made last night that melted in the rain and then hardened in the heat
of a Virginia
summer.
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My shield against all things vile and squishy are those
boots I found in the clearance section, I'm sure, of some
shoe store when I was a poor college kid with nothing
to love except my style and my flair, which now I
flaunt every breaking dawn in backyard moisture mess while the dog takes
dumps a leash
away.
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I dream of intact, matte-finished muckers without laces or
zippers, just friendly soles with puddle defenses, but
my trusty, morning bathroom-trip side kicks are doing
just fine for a poor young adult with nothing
to love except the yard the dog craps in by the house along the highway that
for now
is home.
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This poem was written in response to the Ode to Ordinary Challenge issued by Vocal: "Write an ode to an ordinary object."
About the Creator
Emma Kate Coleman
An overworked hard news journalist seeking creativity and community. Lover of dogs, antique stores and homemade bread. Thrift queen and photography peasant. Happy to be here. :)
"Write hard and clear about what hurts." - Ernest Hemingway
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Comments (5)
Hauntingly nostalgic. Such an image of normal regularity (see what I did there?) in the rhythms of life.
There is so much Iove about this ode, Emma. It's got a real sense of emotion to it and depth, but that is then juxtaposed to the mention of "pissed" and "poop" which gives it a real grounded, authenticity. Love it.
They've been there for you for so mamy things. Such a wonderful ode!
The most fashionable and poetic shoes I've witnessed in a while. Great work! it's gritty and earthy/honest, everything poetry!
“while the soles erode like thin layers of rock in a grand feet canyon under toe sweat rivers” loved that description so much. This is a strong entry for the Challenge, Emma. Well done indeed.