My Favorite Pair of Jeans
The first time I stand beneath a redwood
I want to be in your company
And when the Oregon coast holds me cold and close
I hope you’re there to keep me warm
The first time I stand beneath a redwood
I want to be in your company
And when the Oregon coast holds me cold and close
I hope you’re there to keep me warm
You’re the thirteenth cookie
Or a brand-new bike and a joyride around the neighborhood
You’re the word “yes” wrapped up in a grin
The kind of incredible that remembers half-birthdays
Sunday morning sunrise welcomed you home
A one-man crew on a lost ship
Your sails brushing clouds on my horizon
With your anchor hanging like a trophy
When I’m alone I loosen that generational knot
cinched knuckle tight around my throat
In my own company I laugh freely and love every part of me
There is no “other”
I wonder if flowers get nervous
Just before they meet the sun
Do they stutter around each other?
Get sweaty palms as they fall in love?
How do you fix a backbone?
Where can you buy a spine?
Do they make them with rhinestones?
And how long is that line?
I know someone that needs one
My weekly fights with the seamstress
Are mostly wrestling over the needle
Who chooses the next stitch?
Who determines the thread?
Your champagne front door light
spilling out on your lawn
Your puppy mowing me down
We’ll sing cricket songs till dawn.
Every time I see her, she hands me a fresh dot
to add to my constellation
She sketches fresh lines on my heart
Brand-new happy places I know I’ve been before
This story has always felt over
The back cover’s so thin in my right hand
But every page turn brings another sunrise
Another friendship