It is hard to have ostrich feet
getting up in the morning is a struggle
riding a bicycle even worse
the strain of looking for normal feet.
when rain hardens the ground
it is truly hard to get around
even harder to cultivate friendships
when size 13 is even too big.
what to wear is not an issue
I dream of walking backwards down alleys
along decks of ships
clinging to brittle branches
possibly even swimming
swimming lessons when summer arrives
at my door.
to be an english tunnel swimmer
would be the most fantastic trip of all
and would put my feet to good use.
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