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from the cold clear stones
in her wedding ring
From across the room
I feel the chill of her despair

She was not born to this
my fairy child
My teenage temptress
in too snug faded Levis
cowboy hat and dusty boots

      Life's Home
Merry and delicious
giggling at the boys,
teasing with her sun-ripened breasts
her wind tangled curls
Blowing kisses as she floored
the old grey pickup


"That matches my eyes"
She used to laugh

When she used to laugh

I sit across from her now
serene in her sorrow

"Hey Mama"

A gentle kiss on the mouth
I hold her cool hands
on each a new bracelet

One dark red rubies
small and perfect in their clarity

Coleen Shin      
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