Thursday, April 1, 2010

April 1, 2010

Some days I feel like a mis-matched sock,

separated from it mate by a laundry mishap,

standing out of place, barely visible

between shoes and pants legs.

Other days I am the lost mitten in the cupboard,

catching pieces of sunlight in the curve

around the hinges as the door opens and shuts

and I am left alone.

Unless it’s the days I am a single shoe

on the road, reclining sideways

leaning into the windy wake of cars

propelled by high velocities.

I sit unmoved by time

while the world turns around me.

Tomorrow I want to be

the shoe on the other foot

and then I’ll spin around myself.

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