Fitting
On a table in the laundry room
Where tenants fold their clothes
Was a pair of jeggings left there
By a neighbor, I suppose.
A cross between some leggings
And a stretchy pair of jeans,
They’re often worm with tunic tops
By those of us not teens.
A note attached said something like,
“Brand new, but much too small.
If you’re a skinny gal, they’re yours.”
So what’s the protocol?
I thought they’d fit, so took them home
And they felt good to me,
A fitting treat on laundry day
From someone neighborly.
Copyright © Ilene Bauer | Year Posted 2019
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