With no idea why it was in my mind,
I’ve always wanted a pair of
Authentic, direct from the land of
Now I have them.
Swooped up from a thrift shop bin,
I am a cute Dutch fashion plate
Or would be, were it not for
The constant dread– the fatal fall.
Oh, Sweet Clogs,
Why did I wait too long to make you a home,
Bring you in from discardment ?
I might have clip-clopped my way through
Bulbs and bulbs and bulbs
As splashes of flower hues stained my
Thoughts and dirndl.
Alas, instead my cane
Rackets its melody of age.
July 22, 2018