Blue jean V's

iaian7 » blog » poetry John Einselen, 4.07.06

we sit down,
and our legs spread out.
making blue jean V’s,
on the gray wooden boards.

maybe we laugh,
or perhaps just sigh.
watching the clouds,
and dust from distant cars.

on dark blue plates,
and covered in butter.
we’d eat corn on the cob,
so crisp, and fresh, and warm.

sitting on the porch,
with our legs spread out.
blue jean V’s,
on the gray wooden boards.