LAMENT

I have one pair of blue jeans with three holes in them.

I have one pair of blue jeans with five holes in them.

Last year I promised you that I would never write anything about my blue jeans again.

And now you are gone. Somewhere, in the mountains. Lost, perhaps. I hope not dead. I worry about you so.

I have two pairs of blue jeans.

One pair has three holes in them.

The other, five.