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She has given up on shoes completely
by t wagner

Spring comes to her at night,
her windows open, her blankets pulled back

She trades in her jeans for dresses,
sweaters for t shirts.
breakfast outside in morning sun.

Evenings are for long walks with crickets,
hopscotch with children she doesn't know.

Later, she climbs the stairs for bed, disrobing on the way
leaving behind a thin gown and inhibitions.

I won't see her in shoes again 'til September.


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