BLUE JEANSA Poem by VolYou laughed. then left for a walk across the countryside through the rough bark of trees and the jagged edges of rocks strung out along the bed of a brook. You probably picked smooth stones to spin over the top of some wide pools and smiled a at how many bounces you got. Little minnows and gray crayfish skittered out of your way when you took off your boots to wade through the mud and leaves.
I wonder what that yellow-eyed owl perched low in a nearby persimmon thought about all that.
Later, at the table in the kitchen, I noticed your hair was wet but your clothes were not. I watched the sliced tomatoes slide between your lips with your eyes closed. As I bent to refresh your tea I lingered to catch the scent of creekwater. When you sat on the edge of the bed to peel your jeans down to your ankles then pointed your feet at me to do the rest, I lingered once again, but not for long.
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6 Reviews Added on April 3, 2023 Last Updated on May 5, 2023 AuthorVolGouge Eye, TXAboutMy name is Vol Lindsey. I live in Gouge Eye, Texas, a tiny ghost town on Rt. 66. I am a retired creative writing, English literature teacher. I have been writing poetry and reading publicly since 196.. more..Writing
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