I’ve dust in my shoes

puffing around my ankles step after step,

matting cotton laces thick and stiff.

Time to dump it out.

But, have you ever noticed 

how old sneakers and dust have a thing for each other?

I’ve dust in my shoes.

Turns out, by moonlight it’s silver,

by day sun makes it gold.

Conniving dark nearly got me thinking

there is no magic in such finery.

Then again, these kicks may be saying,

we’ve feet in our dust-

just what are we to do?

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