by Peter Goldsworthy
At school
I believed everything
I was told:
words, usually,
sentenced
heel and toe.
How high
they always sounded
from below.
And such a grip!
Like fairy shoes,
autonomously
goose-stepping: left-
right, about-
face.
They fitted. They pulled
in directions.
They exhausted.
Still they will not
be unlaced.
Last updated February 20, 2023