The Silver Ring

January 11, 2008
By Dan Brown, Ben Lomond, CA

The silver band that sits on my finger
Glints gently in the Mexico sun
A Beacon
A bright light in my hand.

The pool welcomes me with clear waters
My ring flashing in the Mexico sun
A Beacon
Warning me of the water.

Now I stand on the edge of the pool
I stand and search for
A Beacon
That no longer shines on my finger
No longer shines in the Mexico sun.

The warning that went unseen
A Beacon
That no longer shines for me.


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