Throwing Out Our Shoes  David CLURE

Today,
July The First,
I walked downtown,
to mail a letter.

A stone,
it seemed, caught
in my shoe -- and
it did not feel better.

Returning home,
removed the shoe,
no pebble did I find.
Instead, a  tack!
to which I had been
blind.

Throw out the
TACKS, 
and not the Shoes!
Elsewise, so many
good things 
we may loose.

Copyright 1/1/2020  David CLURE