Ode to My LeBron Sneaker (For Pablo Neruda)

February 29, 2012
Two years ago,

You were my biggest dream.

But now,

I can hold him in my hand

He is the soldier,

Protecting every inch of your client.

My feet feel comfortable,

Because they can feel his heart.

My ankles are two little boys

Who like playing

And always hurt themselves.

He is like a babysitter

Taking care of my lovely children.

Every time I pick him up

I look at the scars on his body

I am proud of him.

He never complains.

Even the next generation replaces him.

The soldier is always there when I need him.

Maybe just a moment,

He is still willing to back me up.

The moral of this ode is this:

Comfort is twice comfort,

When it is matter of protection

from my sneakers.

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