The Poetry Event

I took my shoes off
At the poetry event
Starry Night socks against a bare wooden floor

We leave early
She’s in pain tonight
A rare event for her
The poetry’s terrible tonight anyway

Clippings from my memory
A life filled with pains
My broken down body
Still, my socks felt good against the floor

The socks I'm referring to.

The socks I’m referring to.

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