Gems on display: massive, gleaming,
multi-faceted emeralds, sapphires, rubies,
diamonds and diamonds aplenty. On nearly
every female hand aship, and on some men too.
I love my delicate, modest Edwardian-styled
white-gold ring, and my even more modest
(to the point of being nearly invisible) sapphire.
I'm in observation mode, the poet-spy,
constantly taking notes. So many fellow-passengers
are glazed, polished, pressed, tucked.
At times I feel unsewn, my selvages a bit raw.
Cut on the bias. Hem undone. Au naturel.
The Renton coming out in me. Alas.