Who could decry humidity on hardwood floors
The delight my footsteps find in it
Reminding me the date square on the calendar grants invitation
To bear my skin today
Shoulders and toes, midriff maybe
I laugh and pirouette at the thought
Each degree of my foot’s spin lingers longer
Home on hardwood floors
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I going to have my feet re-examine my hardwood floors when I get home. Thanks!
That’s hilarious, by the way!
Many, many years ago I heard somebody read the poem “Socks”by Pablo Neruda and I’ve always remembered that poem whenever I pull on a warm pair of socks (in the cooler weather, at least). Maybe its the tactile sense that stimulates the memory…or something else, but I appreciate my hardwood floor now in kinda the same way! Thanks!