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    The poem is an ode addressed to the author's shoes. It describes the daily ritual of putting on the shoes in the morning and how they embrace his feet. It discusses how the shoes have been worn down more on the heel and outer edge from his gait. The shoes absorb odors and indentations as they shield his feet on walks around town. The poem suggests that as the author and shoes grow older, they may both decline and become more fragile.

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    Ode to My Shoes

    Author(s): Renato Rosaldo


    Source: Anthropology Now, Vol. 1, No. 2, SPECIAL ATOMIC ISSUE (September 2009), p. 95
    Published by: Taylor & Francis, Ltd.
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    At the Airport ; Ode to My Shoes

    Uniforms strut with dogs, : Shoes, you wait every morning


    find a fingernail clipper, : on the floor, in a row, to be filled.
    I The shoehorn slides my feet
    command, Spread your legs, ; between your heels and your laces.
    hands up, unbuckle ¡ Embraced by your firm fidelity,
    : I walk you down the street.
    that belt, let it drop. : My gait shapes you, wears you
    Not my tongue, but my shoes ; more on the heel than the toe,
    ' more the outer than the inner edge.
    provoke security, whose designs - ; You absorb dank odors of decay,
    it seems - on me are to make me i the indentations of my thickening nails.
    j You shield my feet as I walk 1 5th Street
    bow down, tolerate : to the Westside Market and scrape you
    all kinds. ; on the sidewalk as I try to keep an even keel,
    : for Гпл an aging vessel that yaws to the right.
    : A man asking for coins lowers his paper cup
    ; and says, Have a nice day, hope you feel better.
    : From here, shoes, we might simply decline.
    : You could become scuffed like me, as we grow old,
    ; more fragile, perhaps, one day, immobile.

    Renato Rosaldo Poems 95

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