Down the concrete street I stroll
with rhythmic clicks of solid soles;
I’m chiming out a headstrong knell,
I knock the ground in tepid hell.
Stride along in pronounced form
announcing that my head is warm,
Keep to the right! I’m coming through!
We shift in fear of a noisy shoe.
In the library, do I dare?
I am blessed! We have carpets here!
But I walk alone in awkward lengths,
hearing just heels’ laments.
No one smiles as I pass,
I’d rather flit in quiet grass.
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