i have no boots

I have no
boots. not anymore.
I used to have boots.
cowboy boots
for some strange reason.
I've never been
on a horse, or to a rodeo.
I've never wrangled a steer,
or lassoed a sheep,
not once.
the boots had reddish
swirls going up the sides
and were very pointy.
but it was the seventies,
I had
a leather vest too
and a bolo
tie.
i'm not sure what I was
thinking,
or why I wanted to look
like
a poker player
in a cowboy saloon
during the eighteen hundreds,
but I did.
i'm sure I did it for some
girl whose name escapes
me now.
the boots must have
made her happy.