MAGGIE’S SHOES
DON’T WANNA WALK IN MAGGIE’S SHOES NO MORE
Last night I walked a mile in a famous poet’s shoes
Now all wet & sullied She the first to publish me
So had my promise been muddied? Writing whimsy
& deadpan Genuflecting at the BIG BOXY BOOKSTORE
Oh how can I return the shoes? They will need to be dried
& polished And what about the soles now filled with holes
and crusty Or maybe I’ll just KEEP THEM
And in a perfect ruby-slipper world I will own her genius
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Late Winter 2014
