When I Shine My Shoes

“There is only one sort of discipline; perfect discipline.” – George S. Patton


When I shine my shoes,

newspaper crinkles and folds

under the rubber weight of my sole.


When I shine my shoes,

laces loosen and unravel

unleashing my feet to march free.


When I shine my shoes,

black flakes fall and fog

my scuffed transgressions of few weeks former.


When I shine my shoes,

Lincoln lacquer refracts the light,

revealing my reflection on my newly refreshed toe.


Verdant views and old world hues

fill my mind

when I shine my shoes.

This poem is about: 
My community
My country
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