Black, black buckles
like grates on the front
of a pot-bellied stove
Clumpy black buckle boots
worn over shoes by many kids
bought on sale at Sears
for durability, for wear
heavy rubber, no style
boots no child would choose
lined up in the coat room
with the wet bulky wool coats
of second grade
forty years ago
August 13, 2006 14:34
(Raymond A. Foss)
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