Legs are best in the summer
when they are hairy, neglected, and free
from the raspy confines of denim.
Summer legs don’t know mirrors,
the denial of ice cream,
or the razor’s cool salient blade.
Instead they understand
bug bites and underbrush scratches
coupled with the glamour of a shorts tan.
These legs recline in dirt, on sand
and sleep cossetted in blankets of green grass.
They frolic in lake water, river water
and the salty tang of the ocean.
Above all, those capricious legs love
the humid rain dropping in to clean them
of the past year’s impurities.