I am a sock

flying socksBy John Homan

I am a sock …

Stretched out by society’s designs,
Stuffed into situations I hate
Smelling of compressed sweat
Stuffed into a basket full of shirts and sweaters
Swirling in the soapy water of the washer
Sailing and soaring in the sizzling dryer,
Sojourning in the basket until I am sorted
and joined to my mate again.

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