The Waves of the Ocean

There are rhinestones on the back pockets of this woman’s jeans. They form a little pink wave on each pocket. It’s like her ass is an impressionist painting of the ocean at sunset. It’s not a very big ass, but it swells and moves fluidly as her weight shifts from one leg to the other while she stands in line waiting for her food. When the light hits her ass properly, it shimmers and twinkles. Doubtless I’m not the first person to admire it. Her ass is a proud and willful thing. It’s likely that she doesn’t adequately appreciate this thing that she’s wrapped in rhinestone-encrusted denim, like putting spray paint on a marble statue. It’s kind of a godless thing to do. Like so many beautiful things, its glory goes unappreciated by those closest to it.