Dec 20, 2009

Ode to My Socks | Text of the Poem

Maru Mori brought me a pair of socks knitted with her own shepherd's hands, two socks soft as rabbits. I slipped my feet into them as if into jewel cases woven with threads of dusk and sheep's wool.

Audacious socks, my feet became two woolen fish two long gangly sharks of lapis blue shot with a golden thread, two mammoth blackbirds, two cannons, thus honored were my feet honored by these celestial socks. They were so beautiful that for the first time my feet seemed unacceptable to me, two tired old fire fighters not worthy of the woven fire, of those luminous socks.

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