One black dress
sock
Separated from
others
of his own kind,
left to rot on
the cruel city
sidewalk.
How’d he get there?
Why was he
abandoned?
Had he done
something wrong?
Was he banished
like Napoleon?
Or sent from the
comfort of
his master’s feet
to the concrete
Gulag for a crime?
A crime of passion
maybe,
maybe this lone
sock
had fallen in love
with a
shoe but was
crushed to
learn that they
could
never be together.
They’d never make
love,
they’d never have
any,
slipper offspring.
They wouldn’t get
put in the donation
bin
in their old age
together.
Their love, a
crime, so
off the sock was
sent.
A single black sock
left out in the
rain,
heartbroken and
perhaps
insane. Is the
concrete the
end of his story?
Will he be picked
up and
become part of a
new family
of mismatched
pairs?
I can only hope
that sock
is saved and finds
the right
shoe.
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