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We bought wedding bands
from a Russian antiques dealer
whose window display was cleared
against thieves each night.

The bands were simple gold,
plus one carved with flowers,
presented in pink paper boxes,
all tied with a gold ribbon.

We sold the platinum ones
from the marriage that failed,
tarnished, for cheap, enjoying
a fine lunch on the proceeds.

He wished us the best of luck.
Better luck next time, we agreed.