My magic shoes...they'll take me any whehyuh

My magic shoes…they’ll take me any whehyuh.

    Every puddle I ran through tonight was warm so it was like splashing through tepid tree soup and I made sure I didn’t miss a single bowl. The rain was steady and ran off the end of my nose. After awhile the runoff tasted of salt. When I first started out I wondered how I would fare without my Kangoos to protect my joints and put a spring in my stride and figured I would run until I just stopped…which made me think of Forrest Gump and how in Vietnam it just rained and rained until one day it just stopped and how later he ran and ran until one day he just stopped. I thought of metaphors and symbolism and took a reading from each of my slightly complaining body parts to see if any one of them didth protest too much. Every part seemed committed to continuing if I persisted so I forded the flood and used each upcoming puddle as my motivational carrot. I wore these shoes because they’re old and failing which means their decrepitcy gave them a beautiful purpose. I didn’t wear socks because my feet would get damp inside my sneaks anyway so I had a more personal purposeful relationship with my soles… which made me think of my soul vs my sole and I thought of homonym and homophone and gauged the distance left to my place to see if I thought I would make it back. Every puddle seemed behind me now and only a few turns remained so I was disappointed to be at the end but used the last bite of my carrot to bound to the end of my 2 mile peregrination.