Socks

bluebellina

In one of those miracles of the meteorological kind

Night is warmer than day

My feet disregard the socks

On the other side of the world

Through the stargate known as television

Men in lycra peddle the Tour de France

If I step into the wormhole of time

I too could be cycling in Normandy

I could storm them on the beaches

As long as I don’t wear socks

Copyright July 2015

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