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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
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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
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