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.