i'll take it

two women,
in their seventies, perhaps,
linger in
the jewelry store,
a guard at the door,
browsing
the counters made
of glass.
the girl takes out a ring,
a bracelet,
a brooch,
a handful of bracelets
for each of them to try on.
earrings.
they take off what they have
to put
the new in place,
then gaze at themselves
in the mirror,
setting their other shopping
bags down.
they are draped
in cashmere
and leather, hair done,
lips
sealed in lipstick
of a rich red color.
they have little to do it
seems but to
adorn themselves in silver,
in gold,
to find a way
to fill the void
that never ends.