Bequeathed

By John Muro

/ Poetry /

I leave to you,

my only daughter,

this wedding ring

of orange-blossom design,

golden-hued,

and etched by water,

its ornate engraving

weathered over time,

worn smooth

as ether,

blossoms dissolving

into something ill-defined,

like love, or some other

wound worth remembering.