Jeans pulled over slim legs,
then proud, wide hips,
the button's crisp snap
and she's ready

to parade out into the world,
through the door of a cafe or store,
all seamed in, hips riveted,

knowing the back view
will take care of itself
as she faces the business
and pleasantries of the day.


(.........25aug)

Max Reif

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/her-blue-jeans/