Tuesday, May 16, 2023

Ashes to dust

My summer feet 

are here to stay. And if I ash
I step on it

and grind away. 

And if it's
coal, I do not wince. 

Just think of shoes

that fit, and grin

a bit. My sin. It
isn't pride. Just gluttony.
Informative chagrin

you see

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