Most of the academic year is balmy. Thus, like your peers, shoes
become unnecessary: in classes, the library, and the
Dining Hall---barefoot or socksheathed; all those footsteps---beautiful.
Kyakuchuu
Author's Notes/Comments:
This poem is grounded in reality, a very real memory of my own four years at college. During the balmy days, my shoes did not come out of the closet (nor had I---if you take my meaning), and my flipflops were carried far more often then worn.