ode to my fourth toe

Ode to my fourth toe

I cried out in pain
That’s when I knew
how important you were
how you fit in my shoe.
The first and the fifth
stretch out for balance
but you little friend
aren’t there by chance.
Now swollen and tender,
purple and blue
I hobble along
in pain because of you.

Poetic Asides

Here’s my poem for a seemingly innocuous, but very useful item.
little feet

Little Feet. Image by Heather Button. Copyright © http://atomic-temporary-30814180.wpcomstaging.com

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