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On a pair of boots found lying in my kitchen

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Perchance they have walked in from misty curtains of rain, From tea plantations or cherry orchards. Did they tread on ant lines and dry leaves? Or pause to hear the silence wail from atop a mountain? Surely, they have seen more than cobbled paths and gravel banks? Would they have darted away at the break of a twig To run after a friend or the foaming spray? They may have inched away from an excited dog. They may have tap danced all evening! They may have felt my eyes on them. They may be tired after the cobbler stitched a new soul on But then again, they may have stood all day in fields of asphodel.