a little love poem

It seems fitting to share this poem by Ted Kooser on Valentine's Day, and I just love the imagery of the shoes, and a timid poet standing outside his love's door. Poor poet.
Here's hoping all of us have someone who can pick us up from the dentist if we have oral surgery. I'm glad I do.


Using a cobbler's shoe last
I found one summer at a yard sale,
and the heavy leather uppers
from cast-off boots, a jigsaw,
some wood, an awl and thread,
and a few evenings sitting alone
thinking of you, I have fashioned
a pair of red valentine shoes
with heart-shaped wooden heels.
Look for my tracks on your doorstep
where I stood with sore feet
through the evening, too timid do knock.

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