Where I always assumed they'd be.
Above the ground, resting there
Two feet below your knee
Finally, I can see your toes
For socks don't lock them in.
They're free to dance, free to tap-
One foot below your shin.
Finally, I can see your toes
And how they make me laugh.
Little, faceless, and exposed
Barely below your calf.
Finally, your toes are loose!
I hope to you it's sweet
To feel the breeze, to know a life
Lived newly in barefeet.
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