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Sneaker in grass

Sloughed off from a
lengthy body, the
tunnel of snakeskin
in the grass still surprises me,

the thought that he’s
outgrown himself again a
little intimidating; well, actually,
quite frightening. Yet,

I’m not concerned when I find
leather uppers lying in the lawn,
flung off because they are too small
for the young boy out there.

I know he chose to shed the shoes
so he could go farther faster;
and I may shed a tear or two
as he stretches and grows;

but, we all bask together
under the same sun,
shedding and growing until
day is done.