with one sock missing
i venture
toward the memory of you.
it's september again:
this time cleaner, wetter,
rank with
thoughts i
learned to think from you.
hallmark,
where'd you go?
it seems i had
so much
in my eyes
i never saw you
while i could.
please
take me back.
you'll be
like that dryer
who eats socks,
one of which
i lose
each time i launder.
you're my muse
each time i wander.
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