(8) March 3, 2010: Mazy Laces

MAZY LACES

My boots are strapped with mazy laces
  stringing out behind.
My socks have slipped beneath my heels
  where both my soles are signed

By sages from the village there,
  the one beside that hill.
It's over there! That wisp of smoke,
  that hint of castle wall.

You may not see it but its there,
  it's like a trick mirage.
The way we move may be too slow
  to join it's entourage.

D. Edgar Lamp

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