Sunday, April 04, 2021

NaPoWriMo, Day Four, Poem Four





Phase

Underfoot
get underfoot
of their own
 
fit for 
our shoes'
worn grooves,
 
stuff to turn
into gum
keep boots strapped.
 
Adopt all 
pretense
of sole check
 
while you
brace back
for own boot. 
 
 Push top
up above
plague cloud.
 
They win
if we all 
work as team.
 

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