Dead man’s shoes

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After the funeral
he took his 
father's shoes

(Expensive shoes
the ugliest
you ever saw)

wore them out
in all weathers
let them rot

until the soles
flapped
trying to escape

the ratty uppers
holding on
for dear life

Published by colinhopkirk

Poet, writer, artist. Writing and performing in England, publishing anywhere. Member of Hexameter performing poets. Workshops, projects, cross-arts collaborations.

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