Poem: Of Green Rings and Things

Janet Sloane Benway

 

What do you do with the ring
When the romance is over?

 

I kept mine for a year.
Then I sold it back
To the small-town jeweler
Who knew the whole story.
I guess everybody did.

 

I’m ecumenical.
All the churches knew.
Hadn’t one congregation
Even laughed when I announced
Our engagement?

 

The ring was three green emerald
alloy stones.
And estate ring.
It was just what I wanted.
Not a diamond at all.

 

And it’s gone
As gone as you are.

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