[to T'Kelet, for that Summer, 1976]
Summon them, like tutelary spirits
(after you have had more than enough
of confining shoes): beneath each flared. frayed cuff
of your jeans; on this grass, far from sharp rocks,
the beauty that sheathes your feet in dark blue socks.
Starward
Januarian
Love this invocation and your
Love this invocation and your homage to unshod freedom, authenticity and honest devotion.
Thank you for your kind
Thank you for your kind comment and your understanding---precise, as always---of my intention in the poem.
Januarian
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