New Boots

by HANKarcher

arrived in a box today.
One looked fine and new and
ready for its work. The other sagged
as if boiled first then worn
inside the earth. A pedal mystery
served inside a cardboard coffin.

After much pacing and kicking ’round of well-heeled suspects
a peg-legged sex pot or hopscotcher
feigning flapping pink flamingos was my best
elementary guess.

photo Jo ©2012