Boots

Boots, en vogue.

Delicate and trendy, how they carry a starving girl who hungers for more than another meal. 

What can satisfy that insatiable need for love and attention?

Boots, black and loosely laced.

Dusted with earth from paths-less-traveled all around the world.

Where is home for a wandering wonder?

Boots, shiny and tall.

Reaching over netted legs, disguising bruised knees; turning tricks and getting paid at an hourly wage on her back, just like her momma taught her.

When will the cycle end?

Boots, salted and soggy.

Seeking solace from sleeting snow on broken streets and sloppy sidewalks.

What can warm the coldness that reaches the deepest parts of a soul?

Boots, hidden and scuffed.

Beneath the faded and worn denim of a man who traded the simple life for big city dreams.

Why isn't our own grass green enough?

Boots, used and shared.

Passed down, too large for his developing frame; he'll grow into them like his siblings before.

Who will be the one to give a new gift?