
“Lizard Skin Shoes”
Like any good gardener,
Before going inside,
I remove muddy shoes,
And leave them outside
Overnight they will stay,
All alone in the dark,
Outside by the door,
Old tennies will park.
But by morning I wonder,
What happened last night?
Inside of my shoes,
In the dark, without light. Continue reading “Lizard Skin Shoes”