Ruby
There’s no denying that she's aged
and mellowed in that easy way
such lovely women do.
Love of life has left its traces
around her eyes and mouth.
And she carries,
comfortably,
in that tastefully wanton way of hers,
a little more of Ruby than she did.
But still she feels the warmth
in grateful glances that she leaves behind.
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