Sock Feet

Don't cry little Sock Feet.
You pick up all the lint left over from parties and things-
confetti and crushed flower petals
You're not hidden
not a hermit crab with crampy legs
you chose socks though your feet hurt
shoes can't feel the earth like feet do
What do you carry on your white cotton fibers?
Why do you chose to walk through the dirt?
Don't you know you'll get holes in your stockings
and bleach doesn't get dirt out.
Careful little Sock Feet
Careful where you tread
In the yard there are sand burs and crab grass
In your search for dandelions to blow prayers into the wind
careful little Sock Feet
your soles are very soft