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CONfRAST 1989

"Going Barefoot"

I can remember
the sensation of mud
squtshtng between bare toes

WhUewalking through Mom's garden .
.And how my feet,

covered with freshly
mowed grass left a trail

On the kitchen floor.
Hot pavement burned

my soles
running to Cathy's house in July

To catch the ice cream man.
Walking out beyond

the breakers,
h ocean pebbles
lVlademe flinch.
Sticky sap

clung to my feet
as I played

~nder the pine tree.
t was great to be young

and barefoot. . .
But now. in adulthood

and in shoes.
there is a dull "sameness"
in walking places.

By Beth Clarke

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