Singular short poem

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she wore the gold
off her narrow ring
on the zinc bartop
tapping out an alien
message unheard
by the narcissists
pinching each other’s
cloth like bargain
shoppers sniffing
at the must of use
and hard travel

men and women
would buy her drinks
look into the blue
tunnel of her eyes
see themselves drown
in that frigid depth
excuse themselves
back to slow writhing
blues or head nodding
rap all the songs
saying the same thing –
notice my pain

she found the ring
inside a change jar
a castaway souvenir
like a newborn bundled
into a basket and left
at the fire station
it cut into her flesh
made the nail blue
but the tiny diamonds
sparkling reminded her
of her first plane flight
shipped off to visit
a fierce dowager aunt
fright and revulsion
horrible death visions
of plummeting fire and
touching an old man’s
elbow so she stared
out the window and saw
a young cemetary laid out
beyond the runway
its markers laid flush
and just catching first light

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a poet from Seattle Washington USA. His poetry has appeared in print in publications such as Bellowing Ark, Point Nopoint, and most recently in Contraposition magazine. When not writing poetry he is a Human Resources professional, a repentant glutton, and a novelist specializing in the weird-fiction genre.
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Nadeem Qazilbash

Somehow my singular focus was on her blue eyes, blue the color of sadness and beauty.