by lil

I'm working on a poem called "On the Other Side of the Lawyers."

The first lines might be

I'll see you on the other side of the lawyers,

We'll look at our wedding pictures and recall our delusions

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The last lines will be something like:

We'll clink our glasses and laugh when I see you:

On the other side of the lawyers.

Nothing left, hubski, but the screaming --

In an earlier draft that some of you saw, there were a few lines about wedding rings and delusions

- how we had engraved "endless love" into our wedding rings,

- how we had recycled his wedding ring from his first marriage

- how that ring had accidentally flown off his finger into the stadium when he was applauding a homerun during a baseball game.

Now thinking of calling this poem, "You Gave My Ring the Finger"