8 Old Toes
I saw her toes going east and west
Mine have swallowed large blueberries
Old toes are not forgiving or inviting
Sanding rock hard heels now essential
The darning egg years older than myself
Is back in service often to save socks
Late at night you can hear these feet as
My heels begin to tap tap on old oak floors
Heading to the bathroom at three a.m.
Not pedicure worthy I nurture hard places
Hoping they last for the duration of me
Vanity has little status as I need these feet
A juxtaposition of humor and resolve. I love it.