the woman who first owned
my emerald ring.
Swing, sing, sling.
I’ll bet she did all these kinds
of things.
The roaring 20’s, the age of jazz.
For the first time in history, women were what they wore
rather than the children they bore.
I wish I’d known her, my parallel friend.
Sipping champagne cocktails, together
we’d have spread our wings.
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