Wednesday, February 27, 2013

Sandals


26 February 2013

I dusted off my sandals yesterday. It's early
but, I reasoned, I'm willing the warm weather out.
My sweater boots are on the floor, baiting
my bone-chilled feet. I was holding out,
putting them off, postponing the inescapable
until I realized I'm wearing three layers,
a scarf and leg warmers,
trying to retain the heat that's pouring out,
waning to luke-warmth through the soles of my feet,
weakly warming the cold, painted floor, 
the same concrete that will keep me cool
once summer finally comes.

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