Shoes
Mine are bigger now. Not
the little out-of-date ones
that used to fit on tiny feet, now
bronzed and sitting on my son's
mantel. I've been wearing the same
pair of shoes for many days
now. They are getting worn
and old from wear and tear.
They've lost their shock
absorption, cushioning
and stability over time.
My oncologist says they
are causing stress
throughout my entire body.
The midsole's cushion and stability
broke down before the bottoms
showed any sign at all
of wear and tear.
It's getting harder
and harder to walk
in them. I miss my
tiny green shoes.
Gil Hoy
Gil Hoy is a Boston poet, semi-retired trial lawyer and politician, who served as a Brookline, Massachusetts Selectman for four terms. Hoy’s poetry has appeared most recently in Tipton Poetry Journal, Chiron Review, Ariel Chart, The Potomac, The Penmen Review, The New Verse News, Right Hand Pointing and elsewhere.
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