Shoes Unfit for a Saturday

The cuts on my feet are healing
becoming pinkish
greenish scabs.
This, after walking miles
in shoes unfit for a Saturday
in Prospect Park.

It was a day of bandaids
and sunburn
and recycling Friday’s dinner dress.

Springtime days can sometimes perplex
with their summer sun and their winter winds
and I was unprepared.

But I’ve scrubbed the trail dust from the soles of my shoes
and out of the cleavage of my toes.
I’ve swept the mess of curly brown hair off my reddened shoulders
and away from my open eyes.

And after a bath of aloe vera
my tan lines are fading into
a healthy
summer glow.

I may have scars on my arches
and blisters on my toes
but the cuts on my feet are healing.

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