My Own Two Feet


two feet, My Own Two Feet

I walk on given precious gemstwo feet, My Own Two Feet
far better than a crown of gold
two stands with jointed wiggling stems
to bring me places yet untold

As swift as wind, gentler though
to climb the highest rocky peaks
for dashing past the trees that grow
beside the springtime lazy creeks

Graceful, still, awkward Why?
Getting longer, skilled, with age
many shoes, new pairs to fly
a ballerina takes the stage

They’re mine, not perfect but complete
down below, my own two feet

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