70spoems/kickers*

KICKERS

a poem for Bob Cooper’s shoes

Your Kickers
toe to toe
talk to each other
on flower rugs
carry on
real conversations.

Your American hoot juice
touch irrevocable now
no French whore’s
bed dust will they
ever know.

Old kickers
home now
and feet almost healed
talkin’ toe talk
and wrinkle memory
recollection.

6/17/76