23 - footwear

For today’s prompt, write a footwear poem. A poem about shoes, flip flops, socks, slippers, flippers, boots, pumps, and so on. If you’d prefer not to dedicate a poem to your footwear, just mention footwear somewhere in the poem. That’s right; your hi-tops don’t have to be the star, and it’s totally cool if somebody’s clogs play a minor role in the poem.

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I am a good traveller.
I am willing to try blood soup - once.
I love nothing more than riding in the back of a pickup with the chickens
on a dirt road with pot holes the size of an American.
But I always have the wrong shoes.

You will find me
crawling through the tiny wet entrance to the Stone Age temple in sandals.
that are wet and and on which my feets slide around
like eggs in oil.

Or the heels.
I like heels.
Always heels as I climb the Acropolis or walk in ecstatic loops
through the streets of Paris.

When I arrive somewhere at first I might unpack and admire
how clever I have been,
packing for style and function,
packing light,
packing so light
I have no single pair
of good, sensible shoes.
But I have my passport and have slept well
and that's all that seems to matter.