If I had socks…
(dreams of
ordinary miracles,
kept in drawers
on the other side
of the room)
(where metaphors are too
unexpected to be acknowledged
and symbols are too truly
overwhelming to be placed
upon your very feet as they
touch your very sole)
Is it always so easy--?
Make a list, then come it true.
Number your hours, then call your own.
(make it, bake it—light bulb on,
DING--!)
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