Monday, November 12, 2012
is poetry an answer?
off with my coat i sit down
socks are hanging off me
yes, i took off my shoes
then my socks
set them on a step nearby
then on my sleeve is a fresh sock
over my shoulder one more
are these the clean pair from this morning?
what have i been wearing?
have i carried this clean pair around all day
attached to my sleeve and shoulder?
can this be happening to me?
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The first time I read this, I had the impression the socks had been visible all day, and now I realize they were hidden beneath the coat- a good thing, I suppose, though the image of socks taking a ride would be more than a curiosity, eliciting wavelets of emotion for the viewer, dependent on their level of kindness or bemusement. And in the end it is no matter- so what? Old socks on clean feet, and new socks on shoulder and sleeve, and the man is still distinguished. Though I wonder about the taking off of socks and shoes and setting them on a ledge. Poetry is a good answer, and something rich, made of this scene.
hidden under a jacket
all day they were.
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