The Work Boots: A Poem

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Underneath these soles we have travelled

Countless miles toward the setting sun

With each fall of foot we grow closer still

To that wistful prize

Given reluctantly to all


The weary, weeping, wanderer

Will argue to drink from the stream

Until his belly is swollen and fat

And his head spins

Delusional but quenched


Some will fall on the side of the road

Tumble into the tall grass that reaches toward them

Beckons them to lie down

And stare at the sky until

Their eyes are dry and stuck


The feet carry the burden of man

They ache and scream and holler

But the head and the heart refuse to listen

They trudge on endlessly

Until they suffer no more


-Poem and Photo by  Kloipy (Seth Dombach)






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