"Boots"
When Mr. Cooper died at ninety-three
his house was rented out in no time flat --
for who would buy a rundown clapboard painted
what kindly Mrs. Lake called “burgundy”?
Still, the gentle man who’d tipped his hat
was missed. So Mrs. Moffat nearly fainted
when in moved Boots, her mother, and her daughter
(Tsk-tsk, born out of wedlock!); but I thought her
cool. They called her Boots because she wore
red high-heeled boots no matter where she went.
Phil’s father claimed she was a two-bit whore
who had to turn cheap tricks to pay the rent.
But after Boots decamped to Baltimore,
I’d ape her swagger to my heart’s content.
Note: An earlier version of "Boots" published as "Luxuria" [Lust] as one of the sonnets in "SALIGIA: Seven Deadly Sonnets" can be found in my second collection, Glad and Sorry Seasons.
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