Rinsed in commerce, wings of gold and silver
Carved into rings are rarely worn.
Rarely guarded as expressions – barely recognized
Inscription diminished and scorned:
“Pull me o’er your heart in heavy rains.”
Rolls mournfully round a rusted,
Vanity sink and rattles regretfully through the drain.
Heaven falls so heavy these days.
Sunday, October 1, 2006
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