My Feet Are Melting

January 18, 2011
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The heat of the railroad tracks
Cooking my feet inside my shoes
I wanted to fly, I needed to fly
Not for fun, but to keep my feet solid
Swing them behind me, let them cool in the wind
But I could not fly, I didn't want to fly
The sun beat down like I was deserving of its cruelty
And flying would only bring my closer to its anger
So I walked, relishing the flight my feet took as I swung them through the air.





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