there was this parade not a charade
marching down paradise boulevard
and one of the marchers asked me to join in ….
i asked, ” how do i begin ? ”
the marcher says,
” you gotta take that first step forward
to get moving and then after that it’s
full steam ahead …. ”
so i grabbed hold a train whistle and
let it blow stronger than the wind itself
while footprints became etched in candy coated concrete,
bare feet never tasted so damn good
especially in between the toes.