yoga pants

i meet my friend jimmy at the park

for a cup of coffee
and a chat.

six feet apart on the bench.
it's late
in the afternoon,

warm.
ducks are on the lake.

people are jogging, young and
old alike.

he points down
the path to a beautiful woman

running gently
along the pavement. not
a bead
of sweat on her.

her body tight and lean
in her running outfit.
little room left for the imagination.

sunglasses on, she pays us
no mind. old men on a bench.

away she goes as we watch
her until she's around the curve
and out of sight.

he looks at me and smiles.
whoever invented yoga pants should
win the nobel prize
he says.

i laugh, he laughs and we
give each other an air
high five.