I'm loath to take my shoes off at the door
For fondness of the places they have gone—
I want to keep their good vibrations “on”
And track their magic all across the floor.
What are walks and jogs and journeys for,
If not to bring some psychic juju back
To buildings long gone stifling and slack
With platitudinous attitude and bore?
Hurray for free exchange of in with out!
—Some grassy newness strewn across the grout
As impetus for sojourns yet in store.
I'm loath to take my shoes off at the door.
But whether in or out, let's go explore,
Footloose, the highest, truest, deepest, best
In book and boardwalk, rapt in constant quest
Which moves us further, deeper, evermore
Until, reflected in our being’s core,
We find all, passing through the inner door.
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