Jill In Jeans
I noticed just the other day
when I turned my blue jeans inside out,
a curious little grin in my
penny pocket.
Just a happenstance left
on the whim of a Friday morning
on the 5th.
Left for such a time as today
when
my inseam is too short,
my soles are too tall,
your voice is still and small
and
my soul is numb, after all.
I fall into your heart on the page
and know
that soon there will be a time ...
love you Hansen.
Copyright © Jill Martin | Year Posted 2007
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