ObjectThought3 – My Father’s Ruby

my mother’s sapphire ring
my father’s ruby

when love is sacred
when sacred love is safe
in the arms of the leaves and trees
then the earth does offer up the stones
from her bosom

but before my eyes
those ‘things’ are

sold
pawned

left hanging in an empty closet
on a plastic hanger

nefertiti’s necklace
sways in the still air
in the empty house

over their broken arms

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