a journal with poems written on the fly without much ado |
| Same Spot When a child, my shoes always got holes under them at the same spots. It was the way I stepped, the doctor said. so they restrained my feet in kiddie boots with laces all the way to my ankles, but that didn't help even if I learned how to tie things up. Now in my sixth decade, I step the old faulty way, putting holes in everything except the shoes, |