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.


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