Reflector
I circled about six times - mesmerized by the sign that said you needed socks.
Just passing through it said -
As I made my third pass I thought - well, aren't we all.
You looked cold.
Fragile.
And younger than the wrinkles that engulfed your hands, neck and face.
I managed to make my way to the trunk - mom kept emergency socks there.
Handling them over - the reflector on your sign squinted my eye as a tear rolled from yours.
Careful, now. You're liable to soak them socks.
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A cool sadness and something strong in this. That word, "libel", the way you used it, I didn't think there many folks on here who used it that way. Glad to see another one.
Thanks for the kind words, Sheldon!