Cynical Vows

 The rings, blessed,
are forced,
over knuckles.
And worn everywhere,
finger, ankle, neck and toe.
A halo dusted
by the wing of Gabriel
The aura, aurora,
badge of fidelity
Or should that read
An endless love
clasped in gold
The vows exchanged
before the real estate
is known.

~ Maria Robson

Maria Robson is a Montreal teacher, freelance writer and translator who loves to travel and research, first hand, the nomadic life.

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