Cleats
Cleats
The way I walk these days the tips
of my soles and the edge of my heels
wear out too fast for a man with children.
So I tell Rocco, cobbler nonpareil,
"Tack on four cleats,
two in front, two in back"
so I can walk home between
two shopping bags
and whatever pride I can summon.
All four blocks of concrete,
I'll keep those cleats from clicking.
Ten years ago I wore cleats
as big as doubloons;
I struck them so hard sparks
flew from the sidewalk.
You bet all the girls
in my school knew
a man was walking behind them.
Donal Mahoney
Copyright © Donal Mahoney | Year Posted 2010
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