Walk The Pair Home

It's a thing.

Every morning I go around the house putting on my shoes.

Then I walk them home.

 

Some mornings it's only one pair.

Some mornings it's 2 or 3 pairs, they're here and they're there.

 

I put them on.

I take them off,

I don't like shoes.

Shoes never fit properly.

I take them off.

For years, starting in 4th grade with a professional, 

I've tried on all kinds of shoes and couldn't be satisfied, I don't like them.

I have a small ankle and a large ball, 

and my toes spread, and my instep is thick. 

I don't like them, not at all.

 So, I kick them off.

When I hit the door from an errand to town

off come the shoes, white, pink, or brown.

At the front door.

At the back door.

Under the table,

resting on the floor,

when reclining for television viewing,

when reading,

in church while everyone's praying

when driving.

I take them off here 

I take them off there, I take them off everywhere.

 

The next morning they're not where I can find them, 

not on the shoe rack for some reason, so, it's hunting season.

I go around the house putting on my shoes

(It would be best if I put them with the rest)

and I walk them home.

 

Tomorrow?   I will walk my shoes again.  Wonder if I'll find two or ten?