Pleas to a Missing Sock
Posted: 20 Jan 2018, 22:47
Pleas to a Missing Sock
Distraught, I draped posters
with pictures of you around town.
I went on television, imploring
your return.
Months went by. I started
a Missing Sock club, spent
my weekends volunteering
at a Missing Sock Hotline.
I blogged, begging you
to think of your loved ones.
Your mate is thinning,
inconsolable.
We worry. Are you dirty,
worn from your wandering,
too proud to come home? I walk
barefoot on cold hard floors
this winter as penance
for any mistreatment--running
shoeless with you on dusty
baseball diamonds,
and wading into a creek frantic
for tadpoles--having to wring
you out, leaving you and your
beloved partner out all night to dry.
How heartless I was!
Now I would do anything
to have you underfoot,
to stroke your woolly sole,
to see you and your partner
again in my drawer,
your bodies coiled tightly
together, like lovers.
Distraught, I draped posters
with pictures of you around town.
I went on television, imploring
your return.
Months went by. I started
a Missing Sock club, spent
my weekends volunteering
at a Missing Sock Hotline.
I blogged, begging you
to think of your loved ones.
Your mate is thinning,
inconsolable.
We worry. Are you dirty,
worn from your wandering,
too proud to come home? I walk
barefoot on cold hard floors
this winter as penance
for any mistreatment--running
shoeless with you on dusty
baseball diamonds,
and wading into a creek frantic
for tadpoles--having to wring
you out, leaving you and your
beloved partner out all night to dry.
How heartless I was!
Now I would do anything
to have you underfoot,
to stroke your woolly sole,
to see you and your partner
again in my drawer,
your bodies coiled tightly
together, like lovers.