Eighty-Three
I came to a shelter able to walk no farther in rain.
There I found, with a note "You will need these" a pair of dry boots: my size.
In a few plain lines, a soaked, exhausted speaker arrives at a shelter, unable to walk any farther. The discovery waiting there is small but significant: dry boots in exactly the speaker’s size, with a note saying, “You will need these.” The poem leaves the giver unnamed and unexplained, which…
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