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The strong, silent type
words love quiet
as the office a clock
or horses the evening
we ride easily through the streets
feet cramped by new hard boots
Poemas sobre el tema: boot
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Boot
after all my hopes
alone with
an old boot
by the water
I attend to the light
Postmodern Decadence
fallen leaves
slip into my boots
as if having invented flying
off the handle
they’re eager to plunge still further
become agents provocateurs
going to and fro in the earth
and walking up and down in it
like old scratch when he has
a job to do
but what bold and lurid
colors to go out in
painting the town
a sunset red
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.
Opposites
The Half-Soled-Boots-With-Toecaps-Child
Walked out into the street
And splashed in all the puddles till
She had such shocking feet.
The Patent-Leather-Slipper-Child
Stayed quietly in the house
And sat upon the fender stool
As still as any mouse.
The Half-Soled-Boots-With-Toecaps-Child,
Her hands were black as ink;
She would come running through the house
And begging for a drink.
The Patent-Leather-Slipper-Child,
Her hands were white as snow;
She did not like to play around,
She only liked to sew.