Theme owed to Rowse and socks to Jay

These two I stole a week or so ago
I alternated, rearrayed, three times,
Like cavaliers recouping between raids –
Rest in the drawer, nay, on the floor
And air your flair and on.

There is a price in order; it becomes
Uncertain if the heel mounts its height
Or ankle does not sag, or length not mar,
Proportion, decency, and protocol
Stand in their peghung pasts.

And now this morning they ride ere the flood
Will foil the maturation of their joys;
And they display their innards to the noon,

So that my steps crunch hundredworth feelers
To rugs and planks; I’ve donned a pair of squid
Nudging around the bottom of the sludge,
Timidly querulous. They teach me how
To fold up morning yet evade the now.