When I Shine My Shoes
“There is only one sort of discipline; perfect discipline.” – George S. Patton
When I shine my shoes,
newspaper crinkles and folds
under the rubber weight of my sole.
When I shine my shoes,
laces loosen and unravel
unleashing my feet to march free.
When I shine my shoes,
black flakes fall and fog
my scuffed transgressions of few weeks former.
When I shine my shoes,
Lincoln lacquer refracts the light,
revealing my reflection on my newly refreshed toe.
Verdant views and old world hues
fill my mind
when I shine my shoes.
This poem is about:
Me
My community
My country
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