I’m not sure why I stopped
in the sharp heat of the day
I walked the firebreak for a while
and though I didn’t stir the soil so much,
my shoes were coated in a pale dust
as if the old days wanted to come with me,
those accretions of experience
which stick to the back of the mind
and come in dust.
when I’d arrived home, I
determined that I would not
clean my shoes.
©Paul Vincent Cannon