15th March, 2001 | 22:50 – 23:00
Please read Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening before going ahead.
Whose shoes these are
I think I know.
His thoughts are in the Temple though –
he won’t see me standing here,
stealing his shoes that newly glow.
The Priest gives the Temple bells a shake
to say that there is no mistake –
“The shoes are yours –
for you to take.”
The shoes are lovely, nice, and cheap.
They are mine, for long to keep –
and miles would go before I steal,
and miles would go before I steal.