Her Beauty


she crops her picture
to intense her image
the details of her long curly black hair 
that flowing with the wind 
is captivating
the shade of her face is glorious
shading a mystery to her presence

there she wore a coat 
that perfectly fit her body
a light brown coat that brightened her face
when a soft light of spring 
reflected on her eyes

she crops her picture 
to intense her image
while no one sees her hand that wore a wedding ring,
that held a man’s hand with a different wedding ring
unpaired, uncouple, unblessed 
she is beautiful
yet she is not a beauty to herself

Poetry Prairie – 2016

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