If I don't then no one else will

[Keith]

I don’t understand the title either

Perhaps the difficulty is that socks can't read

Absorbed by sharp morning rain,
stood layered on a rug's clear stain,
silent shops pipe dead refrains,
I elevate and screech my name.

Keith, I'm not feeling this primarily because of the unevenness, and some missing articles.  Who/ what is absorbed?  The narrator's attention?  Or the N her/himself?  Or the shops?  And I'm not convinced "sharp" is doing enough work, image-wise.

Now that I think about it, it's only really the first line that's letting it down.  Changing that would probably bring the rest into focus.  I do really like the third line, and think I'd like the last one if it didn't make me think a bit too much of an owl.  Or maybe that's the point.

Thank you Leanne, I've been rolling this one round too much to see it clearly now, I was trying to catch a sense of loneliness being in the shops when everyone's at work or avoiding the misery of a cold wet day. I think I'll take a step back, this happens a lot when I try to do a short poem. I find I have nowhere to take it. Best Keith