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Yay Words! 
Without feet
they are incomplete,
the old galoshes.
his shoes
at the back door…
he won’t be leaving
first crocuses
my boots forgotten
in the closet
kissing
backward through the door
why
do these damn boots
have so many laces?
work boots
beside the chair
dog at my feet
splash
icy puddle
laces stick
socks peeled off
warm feet at last
homecoming-
wiping the mud from
their boots
old boots –
tale of a journey
in each wrinkle
first robin
still ready in the corner
these boots
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http://www.rickdaddario.com/
Rick Daddario
Kailua, Hawaii
USA
these boots
are made for walking …
autumn deepens
Spring!
Goodbye boots
See you next year!
Always a difficult proposition,
To step in,
The tall boots.
Year of The Snake don’t tread on me
captain treading water
in a life preserver
blown from galoshes
gone with the wind the straight-laced librarian’s sigh
loosening my tied ends spring mist
[…] the I Doodle, You ‘Ku challenge, on Aubrie Cox’s Yay […]
stepping in
somebody else’s boots
ankle-deep slush
spring cleaning—
she tossed those boots
last year
night blooming jasmine…
she powders her skin
for the lace corset
ten years later-
still too big for me
to fill up
hiking
in the parks-
new boots
lovestruck dog —
my boots
never as I left them
how many winters
have gone by . . .
the old boots I’ve kept
still bring me back
to places I’ve been
claws stick in the laces
so he usually loses his shoes;
a boot left standing somewhere
vaguely