When I See These Boots
by Ronald J. Hoffman
All I think of when I see these boots
by Ronald J. Hoffman
All I think of when I see these boots
is a hand full of dimes
squeaking at me through the leather
and broken soles that seem to grind
my feet to the ground
All I see is a row of wooden picture
frames
and I count them, subtract them, divide
them
into the hours that mark my sanity.
Because I
am aware of time and can add, subtract,
multiply
and divide it I breathe through the
cracks
in my soles where nobody can see me. I
can
breathe into my soul with the sound of
socks
slushing in my ears and the heartbeat
of boots
on polished concrete, rhythmically
stepping
from one duty to the next.
And with the sound of the whistle
preceding,
I lop off decades of time between
integers.
2017 Ronald J. Hoffman, Roaming Snyder Publishing.
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