Crocs (new shoes poem)


The strap you’d find from bark

is holding the sky up

room is expanding possibilities

bare breathing and anything goes

the ancestry of Jellies

a foldable toy-like glisten

why be dainty when woman

has always been paired

with solid truth

something often wanted

many colors the new fancy

of hers looks a little bigger

than any credit

approachable as a feel-good movie

in Spring and more

coming soon to Summer.


Good poem! Also, I love wearing crocs, the brighter the color, the better.


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