you see the rings
in the classified section
of the neighbor hood
rag magazine
that falls through
the slot of your door.
your ex wife
has put them up for sale.
a small diamond.
a silver band.
how short a time ago
it was when you stood
in the mall
and had a teenager
behind the counter, never
knowing love herself,
help you select it
for her hand.
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