ORIGINS & DESTINIES

On 1st

 

Strolling down the avenue,

I pass Opera Costume Jewelry.

I was born to wear costume jewelry;

it's easy to see why.

I entered the world

to the sound of the forro bands,

 the glitter of gypsy gems.

Before the war. 

And after?

Perhaps the later chapters

were all a recapturing

of that long ago time

carefree, cherished.

Little tokens in the window

catch my eye, symbols

now of days lost.

There are my mother's earrings,

my aunt's brooch,

riches cheap and well-suited

to a flower child,

traveler of foreign streets, 

her means modest. 

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