Sunset

I’ve been reading poetry
And suddenly I feel
The need to stop
between phrases.
Otherwise
I’m as poetic
As my sock.
Which is to say
Not very.
Said sock is not woolen
Nor timeless
Nor like a sunset.
It is nylon.
Maybe a little cotton.
It does have polka dots.
Not that pair.
The other one.
Next to the beagle.
That is not poetic
Either.
Oops.
I meant to say ‘tis not.
Let’s pretend
I did.

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