Two nails
sticking up from a pile of slats
under the deck
I had to cross
searching the hidden key
stabbed straight
through the rubber sole
of one Chuck, and I grieved
the loss
But in a flash,
the shoe came off
There was barely a kiss
of blood on my foot. And the holes
were invisibly closed
I suppose
the rubber has suffered
no ill for it.
So it's good
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