You're a giant foot
but you sweetened my morning
along with your old beats,
waft the stringed-shell curtain.
You're a giant foot
but a shy shell
peeking through the bland grains.
idle quietly
as I whisper to you
the howl of shore.
You're a giant foot
but you engraved your prints
underneath the meek bloom of yellow,
strolling on the soft pebbles.
You're a giant foot
but with a gold pendant,
you stood,
glistens among the crowded gray.
Oh, my balletic giant foot,
I tell and I was trapped.
but after but,
and but —
still, I do.
