The Sock Poem by Stephen Brian Brady
The Sock
in Spring
curled-up
in the gutter of no-one's love
how could it have come to this
but by satellite
it's shape
transmitted faraway
almost beyond our understanding
was perfection of a kind
somehow predesigned
the other day
was spirited away
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