II.
My tarnished ring,
too old really
for so long a marriage, wears
thin. I must give
it up, let
some vituperative jeweler
undertake
any further salvation.
III.
Why
is it when I tend some fires,
I fix them for good,
undercut glowing frame,
cool kindled sticks,
make each twig
seek darkness,
not burning heat, the light?