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I
I look at trees and think about their births. 
I can say to myself by looking at a leaf, 
“You are an oak,”
or, “You are a Chinese pistache.”  
For this I feel proud, 
And this quirk is one that gives me a sense of joy, 
And the trees appreciate this; they listen.  

II 
I like to wear socks, and have special categories of them:  
The ones that have had their life 
But I will still wear them 
(on days I think I will get dirty out in the yard); 
Then I have the ones who are new from this year
and have the thickest, whitest cotton and I think – 
I love you white soft socks.  My feet love you.  

III
I wash my hands a hundred times a day, 
And I wonder every time I wash my hands: Was there ever a time I didn’t do this? 

IV
I don’t like it when people drive fast in neighborhoods:

     Watch out for squirrels in the roads
      – and birds – 
     And what if a cat or dog runs out? 

     Be careful!  

V
I go to bed clean – a bath every night.  
I go to bed alone – every night.
I could be your best friend. 
I could make you dinner. 
We could play a game.

VI  
I realize now, I will die an old woman,
Alone in my socks,
Lonely, thinking about the trees – admiring them, loving them.
I will be surrounded by the love of my cats.
I will have on a great pair of socks.

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