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Ode to Socks and Sandals

  • Natalia Giacomozzi
  • Jun 14, 2020
  • 1 min read

It makes the day oddly satisfying

Like ketchup splashed on eggs frying,

A little unexpected kiss on the cheek

Amid the blanketed Monday blues.

Captain America socks

And my tan Birkenstocks

Mark my place in the world,

A moth drawn to a daytime flame.

Summer is too hot, winter is too cold,

Spring is either too young or too old,

But autumn camouflages my socks and sandals

So well that the leaves do not shake below my feet. Instead they ask for a hug.

 
 
 

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