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bare foot

I am
the agora
the space of
constant redefining
is my specialty

the stalls
of exclusivity
you seek I rush
with bundled reeds
and switches

walls, dear
god, of wounded
sensitivity I crush beneath
my calloused
pretty heel

assign
to wild boars
the task of rooting
out your grubs of small
necessity

I do
not need
the agora draws you
to me through appetite.
What do you want?

guards
at every point
I call the daimons
home at dawn
to rest

with me
you will not fear
the market is my brother
vast are his accommodations.
What do you grow?

~~~

© Elaine Stirling, 2014
Image of barefoot sandal is from etsy.com.

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