Today,
pulling books at random
from the untidy shelves, searching
for some inspiration, somewhere,
I came across a child’s ring.
Plastic, purple, gawdy and horrible,
a giant violet rose perched on a broken band –
Twist and it lights up red!
I shuddered at the thought
of what children love these days,
then slipped it on my finger
as if it could make me invisible,
make time slow down,
restore my innocence,
or at least help me crack a smile.
But no.
It just sat there,
glowing annoyingly,
heavy on my finger and my mind.
I sighed and took it off again,
tossed it in the bin
and went on with the afternoon,
still fully visible.
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