Fathers
By ecologist
boots... lie in the corner covered with burns, scars my father aged by lines, a sage leaving me -- with understanding the boots in the corner wisdom in creased leather scarred souls the base of life at the foot -- of contemplation he walked every day miles through steel mazes of -- acid and oil to work upon man-made organs steel pillars erected to.. the gods of economy and progress worn boots remain standing in...the corner a reminder of trials -- tribulations performed for the family to live in this world... nothing else. My fathers' life. Written October 28th, 2001 © on Oct 27 2001 10:36 PM PST 18 • 0 • 10
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"boots......"