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Rubber Boot Days
She was having a rough day
A rubber boot day, I call it
The kind of day when you need
Rubber boots to keep out the muck
On the messy path (or you’ll be stuck)
Galoshes for the sploshes
Wellies for the smellies, you know?
I reminded her that not all days
Are rubber boot days, some days
Feel like barefoot on the sand
Soft and warm with the sea breeze
Waves flirting with your toes
Seagulls singing a song you remember
From when you were a little girl
We all have rubber boot days
When I do, I try to keep my feet dry
But if it is going to be a soaker
Then I’m going to soak it up
Splash in every puddle
Until I smell like a dirty wet dog
And shake off my troubles with glee
The trick really is to keep walking
Put your rubber boots on when needed
But be ready to take them off
Let your toes wriggle like pink worms
On the black pavement
Calling out to birds (who love worms)
Come, please sing me that song I love.
