BETTER NOW LEFTY? Dear foot, you are as much a part of me as this thought. I see our veins the doctor said were not of concern "at this stage". I'm sorry for thinking you were ugly, now I need you, you are lovely. Don't think of socks as hoods for kidnapped hostages kept in the dark In a humid, sweltering basement, Think of them as robes of armour and invisibility So you can go everywhere without being seen. And now forgive me, I have to talk to Righty.
Photo: My left foot and leaf-dappled shadow in full summer heat