The poem speaks for itself--gab about flab. Published in 2006 in Pegasus (Journal of the KY State Poetry Society). Copyright, J. Donald Coonrod
Jeans
There is comfort in
well worn jeans,
putting them on,
is an embrace
almost like real love.
They make me
comfortable with myself,
and something more
than I really am—
lumps flattened
pounds moved around—
it’s not exactly like lying,
more like stretching the truth.
There are those who
prefer sheep wool’s
tiny itching fibers,
sweating like pinched
abbots in sackcloth—
but where is it written
leg sweat saves souls?
I guess I’ll live and die
in well worn jeans,
freshened now and then
by soapy water and a dryer—
softened by extra wear
where they cover the derriere—
totally in tune with tomorrow.
A naïve councilman and a down-on-her-luck single mom try to save their county’s last stand of forest from greedy developers and a dysfunctional government.
A humorous look at the world and life through my eyes.
Follow the author and his wife, as they travel the world …. several times over.
Laugh at their funny stories, self-inflicted crazy events, strange observations, wacky zoo facts and snippets
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