My Brothers Boots
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My Brothers Boots
David J Walker
(3/19/74)
They opened him
And closed him
And told him to go home a
And wait
I was a soldier then
I took leave to come home
And be with him
We talked about the army
And he gave me his jump boots
Thirteen years old
But still shined
With a little spit and kiwi
In Germany
I wore them on guard duty
The midnight street lamp
Glowed a halo
On the mirrored toes
And I walked as if
Each step might be their last
A letter came
A week after the funeral
I spit-shined his boots
Naturally
And carefully laced and tied them
As I had always remembered them
And put them in a box
In the bottom of my
Footlocker
To rest
Copyright © David Walker | Year Posted 2021
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