Black Boot

Black, not made of a steer

But from dinosaur’s flesh.

The heel is a plant’s bleeding.

It has a soft lining but not fleece.

It has two zippers

But only one has a function.

The metal is steel,

Not chrome, silver, or nickel.

It fits around my heavy calf

As it forms around my foot.

(One calf, two calves—

Surely you know.)

I am still proud of it.

Its identical mate mirrors

Its unassuming appearance.

They contour well, and I think

There’s a sigh in there somewhere.

I wear them and I feel

There’s cotton puffs under my feet.

 

© 2017 Valerie Hathaway

 

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