Dr. Scholl’s sandals
Gave way to Reeboks when fire ants
Swarmed me in protest
After I blindly
Stumbled through dirt-mound homes
In barefoot pain
Reeboks were ok
Until I slid in the mud
So then tried clogs
Teetered too much so they gave way to
Black, nail-studded combat boots I wear ‘til today
Racing rattlers scared
Making their “S” shape
Indentations in shifting
But dangerous sands
Nature determines
Footwear and dictates dress codes
When we cohabit
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