while listening to two men discuss mutual funds
and pensions as soon as their wives leave
for the powder room
this ring, purchased on budget in a foreign city
blanketed in smoke where couples stroll arm in
arm
I pretend I had someone, too,
a foreign correspondent currently stationed in Egypt
or somewhere else romantic
I wear it to feel respectable
treasured, unavailable
The foursome have moved onto breakfast plans
and AARP discounts
a baby at the next table cries in protest
my wine glass is half empty
a cotton train rumbles by
black under white, tourists
stroll candy shops
Sweet Savannah in spring.
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