It’s been raining this week, so I pulled out my old rubber boots—which just might be the oldest items I own because they were the footwear closest to the door as we escaped from our burning house ten years ago. Only problem is my boots are a bit leaky, and I keep meaning to do something about it. There aren’t any visible cracks in the rubber, but moisture is somehow seeping in anyway, and I imagine applying some Shoe Goo over the seams would do the trick.
> CD #70: Spring
A+ poem.