A Poem Starting with a Line by Jimmy Baca
Yesterday, the sunshine made the air glow
hot as an itch.
I sat, in the shade
of the laurel, and
removed my shoes,
tugged off my socks,
and exposed
my corncob feet
to the bite
of nature’s nibble.
And my toes sighed,
Mercy, mercy me.
27 July: Miz Quickly’s “Secrets” ©️ Misky 2019
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6 responses to “27 July Miz Quickly’s Secrets”
That sounds heavenly but I won’t tell anyone what you did.
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Shhhhh. 😂
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I’m going to have to pass on bare feet until the ground wasps are gone…
🙂
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I rarely go barefoot. As a child, my mother warned me off it, (parasitic ickies) but then she was raised on farmland. Some things just stick.
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If I lived by the sea I’d walk barefoot in the sand… well good clean sand (no biting mites!). Once I saw a nest of ladybugs or ladybird (beetle bugs) come out of a hole poked in the sand at the shore.
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I used to run around with bare feet all the time as a kid. I can’t imagine doing it now.
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