I Still Do

written for the Writer's Cramp prompt: an old ring

I Still Do

With this old ring
bent and oxidized
I vow not to speak
of God or forces
but the practical theology
of walking together
in morning dew
our bare feet bathed
by the night's respiration.

With this old ring
missing it's stones
I vow to remember
the wildness and waste
of our love's first yearnings
tamped down by time
and age and illness.

With this old ring
I still do.

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