Ode to Socks and Sandals
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.