pieces of turquoise
left on your dresser
mounted in silver so bold
bobbles and bracelets
rings from all over
studs for your cuffs, and your nose
lie here in waiting
cast lightly with dust
to adorn you when you come home
but last night you left early
for a drink with a friend
then she had so many more
that light could be yellow
red, even green,
but it's all just turquoise to me
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