Odd Socks

Odd Socks

I wore odd socks today,
Inside my boots
Where only I could know
A rule was being broken.
I wore odd socks today,
My secret kept
In silent puckish glee
At innocence around me.
I wore odd socks today,
A conscious act
But not rebellion
Against the common order.
I wore odd socks today,
Contrary feet
To better walk a path
That finds its own direction.
I wore odd socks today,
They felt so right
Because it can’t be odd
To match the feet they fit on.

8 thoughts on “Odd Socks

  1. Gorgeous poem, Alex, and I love the sense of mischievousness that pervades it. It’s a wonderfully childlike delight in doing something different and wandering away from the beaten path!

    And yes! The important thing is that they fit and are comfortable. 😀

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