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Day 311 – Barefoot In The Library

On TV they say my feet
belong in the sand,
lullaby me that I deserve
the heat,

that if I can’t get tan
they can help with that,
silver gladiator shoes
and gold toe rings.

They never count me.

But I have an island
so few have seen,
a solitude of business carpet
and free air-conditioning,

no one to say
“put your sneakers back on”;
just the holy of row upon row
of bound paper

and the muffled padding
of pale, bare feet.

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