The group’s simultaneous audible intake of breath deemed the sight incredible.
Was the reaction to a quadruple rainbow after a drenching?
Was the effect from a panoramic vista following an arduous climb?
Not at all
Was the response to a daring rescue in the midst of a dangerous situation?
A table ringed with women whose ages spanned decades marveled at the simple wrap dress that sported pockets, a rarity.
iPhone7 carrying sized pockets.
Pockets that could tuck away a toddler’s pacifier or a husband’s keys or your own wallet to buy a pinot noir at the corner bistro.
Pockets had never stirred deep thoughts.
Now I couldn’t stop thinking about them.
I’ve never had anyone in nor have been in a hip pocket.
At times my pockets were deep, but not because I lined them.
I’ve pocket dialed a friend whose pockets I had lived in years ago.
Sometimes pocket money burns a hole in my pocket that I spend when I have a pocket of time.
I’ve dipped into my pocket to pay for out of pocket expenses.
Carry a rope in your pocket when visiting a casino and be wary of anyone who p*sses in it. He may be a pickpocket.
When asked for a charitable donation, put your hands in your pocket because shrouds have no pockets.
But this incredible dress did!
2 thoughts on “Pocket These Thoughts”
I stand in awe of that dress too. I have to get one of those!
And the constellations GLOW in the dark! How great is that?