SPOKEN FOR
She looks down
the long of the bar
caressing the back of her ring
with her thumb
I hold her gaze
ladled
a slight smile
forms around the silence
Her eyes
soft petals
drift
to her glass.
Another man may carry her words
on his back
but only like soft earth
in a wire basket.
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