This isn’t quite finished and these toes seem to be wandering their own way!
Mind the toes get their dose of
dew and wet blades of grass
between their inner most creases.
Mind the toes dig into the generations
of blunted glass
cooly cascading as they emerge.
Mind the toes dip and float
in the crystaline salty
blues and greens.
Mind the toes feel beneath them
the life, soul and grain
of the creaking floor.
Mind the TOES!