DM Nr 1

elegant boots so perfect
caisson soles yellow stitching
a diamond, yes,
amongst sloughed off skin of yesterday

un-ridden, yes, by human feet
still factory fresh creaking
toes into it's embrace
tongue saying it's first helloo
laces tighten, dock feet with boot machine

Well, yes, I still love
a trainers flight over squash floor
miles through dark undergrowth
diver's fell boot over a hump-backed ridge
yet these boots other, better this
floating through sheet-glass canyons
crunching green glass
sk8ting over thin-crust pizza
fresh pavement oysters
rubber engage tarmac
tangled shopping trolley wrecks
flat-fish aluminium cans
thick sturgeon shop-keepers,
herring of shop-assistants picnic green
People crush flood in, sniffs -
red, red-amber, green -
a solid comfortable presence, 7 leagues deep
primed for detection of dark shadows
disturb depths...ping...ping...ping...
breath deep, my fine foot