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Monday, February 22nd, 2010I am not the cheap Goodwill boots that clunk
down the street to poetry soup kitchens,
nor the fine Italian funeral shoes
that I wear, clicking down cemetery sidewalks
en route to a young man’s wake.
I am not baseball trophies,
nor pictures of me with the trophy fish
hanging upside down off some island.
I can have those things if I [...]
