Cary Briel

An ode to freakish toe,
Who you are you know,
Beset by normal kin,
Possessing too much skin,
And haunting me quite so;

In sandaled fright you come,
Not fitting into some,
A nail as wide as sea,
Large ships flee skittishly,
To lands they had come from;

You seek to hide between,
You think to be unseen,
Protruding as you do,
Not fitting into shoe,
To border on obscene;

And though you bring a fright,
Projecting such a sight,
I’ve come to know your face,
Your clumsy, quick embrace,
So kinship is our plight.