FADED JEANS (c)2013 John Meisel, Hamilton, NY
An afternoon tune.
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A kettle whistles honey tunes
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As spices fill the air
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Places set with painted clay mugs
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Sunlight on the woven wicker chairs
Hey there, stranger, how ya doing
Are you having an enjoyable day
Yes I'm fine, thanks, all is well and
There's something I want to say
Some will look at puddles and see reflections of the sky
Some will run out shoeless, never waiting for the world to dry
Raindrop ripples make their way to lap against our muddy toes
Concentric circles spread like growth rings
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Seasons marked by trees that grow
I've a pair of faded jeans and I don't think that they're mine
Grass-stained jeans with holes like smiles that have grown
with you through time
Out of the very same old pile of clothes
Crawled to me of its own accord
Was the very same old t-shirt it's been too long since you've worn
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