By Nancy Langman
First I’m a pair
And then I’m not
I went from socks
To being sock
Not sure if I will ever see
The other sock, part of me
Lost but who knows where
Owner searching everywhere
In the drawer and on the floor
In the washer or stuck to dryer door
In the laundry basket maybe
Lost behind machine probably
Barely found and if
Loaded with dust and stiff
Washed again a prize found
Likely lost in the next round
Nancy Langman is a self-employed health care professional who dabbles in poetry and lives in
Vineyard Haven with her husband, two cats, and a dog.