Toes from NorthStream by Christina Nordstrom

Toes

In the sultry summer on my way to work
when I take the Red Line “T” to Boston,
My eyes are cast down, mostly from the lack of sleep.
But, when they’re open, what a spectacle to see:
A flimsy, flip-flopp-ed, questionably fashionable digital fantasy!

There are dainty, painted, peeking-through-silky-
salmon-satin-toe-hole toes;
Tiny, candy-red-tipped, poking-through-frilly-flowered-flip-flops toes;
oyster-shell-lacquered, suffering-‘neath-the-weight-of-ice-blue-crystal-mock-rock-studded-sandals toes;
rouge, blanc et bleu French-tipped-to-match-their-
red-white-and-blue-sandal toes.

There are prestidigitated digits concealed in
fatigued army-camouflaged sandals;
elongated, red-punctuated, brown-bronze, thong-entwined toes;
once-new-and-nimble, now numb, neuropathetic toes;
much-too-swollen-and-stuffed-into-my-
too-conservative-shoes-for-comfort toes.

Then there are can’t-you-tell-I-haven’t-
washed-my-feet-in-several-days toes;
soft, pink, unadulterated, innocent and naked toes;
bound, bent, bunionated, bruised and blistered toes;
wiggling-out-of-their-pointy-spike-heels-to-
oh-so-comfortable-flip-flops toes.

Maybe I should look up more?
I really love . . . the fall!

• Acoustic
• acoustic guitar and vocals
• inspirational music
• singer-songwriter
• Boston