I went to a singles bar.
The bar was located in the middle
of a rolling field.
It was in a field because teenagers
have raves inside of cocktail lounges
nowadays.
The fields were in full bloom;
also, they were littered
with bundles of mismatched socks.
The haphazard socks were rolled into
neat little balls.
The worn toes of each sock
were nestled into the space where feet
are supposed to go.
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