waxed
often
shiny under boots
that click
and sometimes sidle.
years walking this hall
carrying coffee,
lunch, papers
shoulders set for meetings
or collapsed in moments
when the mask is off
and I think of home
of failures
of loneliness
of regret –
the same hallway
I trudged twice
heavily pregnant
then nursing,
and divorcing,
walking with all my want
weighted with responsibility
felt in these
same feet, different boots,
same vinyl
same focus
on this floor,
this passageway,
on moving forward,
on staying,
on toes curled against leather
on blisters forming, healing,
on volition,
on inertia,
walking on,
walking on.
So good how you bring me to the experience.
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