All mismatched socks go in a bag
(evidence that I have given up the task)
I wear the individuals until there are holes
then throw them away
occasionally
buried in the bag
is a pair
long departed from each other
and I rejoice
they are together again
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dVerse prompt on laundry. Here’s to the missing socks that went down the drain and didn’t get in this poem.
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