lost not found
one sock
always one sock
missing after a week
of camp
I pack them in pairs
and one always wanders
off on its own looking
for adventure outside
the duffel bag
I’ve seen these daring
socks along the hiking
trails and on the path
to the dining hall looking
haggard and down trodden
left behind when campsites
hold nothing but the detritus
of carefree summer days
destined for the lost and
found box that no one ever
bothers to check
replaced by new pairs
rolled together for safe keeping
rhymeswithbug 
socks, spoons, wire coat hangers, ball-point pens…, they all seem to live a life of their own, irrespective of what we humans try to make them do.
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Just when I’ve finally managed to get everyone shoes accounted for, there go the socks!
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