Wednesday, January 15, 2014

Speaking of glove-heaven . . .

just when you think you've seen it all . .

in our communal laundry room,

a hole in the sock, 

mended with a safety pin,

but why, oh, why?

Speaking of socks, made me think of the mysteries of sock-heaven,

And one thing lead to another, and now I am thinking of the

desperate gloves that you find everywhere

probably trying to elope to glove-heaven, 

but never seems to find their way,

because you will always find the glove right where it abandoned you

Thousands of people may have passed that way, 

but still the glove waits there for you, 

sometimes ever waving when you, 

just to sure you know that it reconsidered the eloping idea.