Shirking the sty hurt his back
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And you bent over to stop the pain
Forgetting the puddle of mud
Circling your designer shoes.
Lapping between calf and glue
Like sand and sea it wore away
The inches of truthfulness.
You dabbed with restraint
Trying to soak every last drop
Of yesteryear’s midnight walk of shame
Depending from which eye.
I always stumble through
Lashes of turquoise and green pebble
Dashed dreams that grab each lase of
Designer shoes and toss them beyond
Yours or mine or his or hers.
Silt and dirt scrape your ankles
Stain those khakis
But I forgive
And you forget
As hands trick those into the clarity
Of daydreaming in the puddle of crystal clear mud
Lying beneath that shoe.