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A Man Walking in White Shoes

From a panoramic window-seat
overlooking scores of streets I watch
the distant walking of white feet.

A man in white sandshoes follows a curve
on a grey pavement, a grey road
around which his white swollen feet go.

White swells, grey shrinks. His feet magnified
make walking magnificent. Entranced
I watch white doves rise and dip

or someone reverently handling plates
two white minims on stave-like legs
making that section of the road so sweet

to walk around a curve in white shoes seems
worth calling an angel down to peer
at motion made so pure and clear.