Socks on at Night | JD DeHart - Appreciate Language and Form through the Best Contemporary Poetry

Socks on at Night | JD DeHart

Gone now are the nights
of warm sock wrapping.
Of dripping pipes.
The last bit of cold (I
believe) has passed,
at least for a while.
Now the time has come
for sunburn, perspiration.
Sprinkler systems.
Shades of green, shattered
blue eggshells,
decorating the outside view.

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