a purple sock hung on a fence
caught my eye walking by--
further on a folded jacket
lay carefully placed upon a step.
through the cold crisp autumn air
hands unseen, unknown, unasked for
stopped, picked up
and touched with care
these garments worn on other bodies.
what makes one person stop and bend
to another person’s loss
while others onward
nonchalantly
continue walking without a glance……..
7 November 2012
