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Work boots (first in the series)

Work boots

Broken in like a tan horse

the strings are laced to be a bunker

for the ankle tread that stops

on dust or mud making the surface

cordial and careful crinkles in them

creased from long days steel toes

that take a beating to drive away

the cold the feet are solid in the fit

loosening the flaps when they come off

like a heavy thought from the head

set aside together and upright

the quality of craft set waiting.

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