one-shoe magoo

One-Shoe Magoo
slept under a wooden bridge
I crossed every morning
on the way to school.

Hair the colour of blood
whipped wildly
about her head
and tangled
in the rosaries
strung around her neck.

She wore
colossal pink roses
on a grey sack.
And she covered her shins
with brown-on-browner
argyle socks.

She stuck
on her right foot,
an oxblood penny loafer.

And written
in bold block letters
from instep to sidestep,
around its heel
in black magic marker,
was the name

Magoo.


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