To Dirty Soles
that never seem to get clean
even as I scrub you with gravel and
spittle you daily with complaints
you are content to knead the dirt
rejoice in it even every step
a sloppy kiss to newton
who ignored you
and courted an apple
but no matter these skies
of reaching hands and gaping mouths
it suffices to remember
they once joyously suckled on
you were love bathed softly
after the long dusty road
and sweetened with oil
I won't forget the old ways soles
held the string as we swept the sky
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