The wind sings a melody
As it traces across the tree branches
And wafts up- up toward the pure sky
I've worn these jeans so long
Through stages and chapters of life
Holes punctured at the knees
The hem on both legs walked on and stained
I sit
My feet tucked under me
I pick at the frayed threads
As the sun beats down on my ivory skin
I've got these holes in my jeans
I don't recall how they came to be
When the threads tore and gave way to my bony knees
Such is life-
The holes
The rememberance of something once whole
Now broken
Even riddled with holes and snags
They are my favorite jeans-
More so since they are no longer perfect
Faded blue
And holes to show
That I have lived
