more and less alive
neither here nor there but a secret third thing
within my closet, almost two decades of shoes
a pair of boots for every year i have been alive.
sparing no variety, i take the red leather which have most recently enchanted my interest.
i could have been just as happy had the soles not covered the floor.
and was i more alive, when i purchased them?
when i delighted in the possibility of variety, for me?
would i be any less alive, had i just the one sole to wear?
had i just the single burden to bear?
get a hobby. not buying shoes.
nothing takes enough time, enough energy.