by Joe Cottonwood
At a suburban garage sale
for nostalgia’s sake I buy bell-bottom jeans,
knees lovingly patched with paisley.
Peace, brother, the old guy says
as he pockets my single dollar.
Never in the mood, I never wear
but store them like an old photo,
mellow in my closet.
A quiet vibe, these threads.
Until my daughter
discovers, wears these jeans
as a hippie Halloween costume
to a high school dance and looks great.
Absolutely great.
Groovy! she shouts.
Now may her children find.
May peace endure
like pants.
Patch. Love. Dance.
Nicely done. A fun, sweet, nostalgic piece. I like it!
Thank you, Julie. And now I’m very pleased to discover your blog. As a retired carpenter — well, semi-retired — I appreciate sawyers. And their daughters’ blogs.