my brand new waterproof steel toecap boots
not the title of a long-lost dylan song
but a purchase from ryder's army surplus emporium
on harborne lane
these sturdy leather friends
though sadly not entirely vegan
are warm, comfortable and snug
and will prevent a stray crowbar
from piercing a meta-tarsel
whether by accident or design
these boots even go a little way
towards dispelling fireseed's avowed disapproval for retail therapy
symbolising as they do
the abrupt transition of your fave blogger
from sedentary skinny-necked pencil-pusher
gazing sadly at the commuter traffic
through the fogged windows of the 271 bus
enveloped in a stultifying mid-life crisis
to calloused-handed outdoor action man
relishing the wind in his face and the sweat on his brow
as he leans into a sharp turn
as he watches not the changing lights but the changing skies
digs the earth
plants his fire seeds
saws his wood
rebuilds his life
and builds an exciting new future
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