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Ruin


ISSUE:  Fall 2008

Ruin

was rumored

to be rooming

up the road
 where

a neighbor’s barn’d
burned down.

Their heyday
a payday

away,

Pride,
Ruin’s bride-to-be,

paced our property
in the long

laced gowns
of afternoons,

while Ruin
rode shotgun
in Dad’s old Ford

and pulled the wheel
hard toward

cabarets.

Dad had
work, but

Ruin had ways.

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