their path had been muddy,
and he felt as if half was still with him.
he scraped his boots,
rubbed them in the grass
and by the morning, what was left
had started to flake.
after a quiet breakfast,
he brushed away
what remained,
and polished his boots
until they shone,
then put them next to his wife’s
which were still caked in mud.



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