Pawn Shop Desperation

Wanting only justification for his scales,

His preferred routine of weighing precious stones,

The measure of choice sat still

As he placed a magnifying lens to his eye…

On the street of NYC’s many pawn shops,

Icy droplets commenced

As a swarm of black umbrellas

Clouded the street’s view,

An idiosyncratic sign of questionable human behavior.

She leaned forward on the counter,

Her left hand shaky,

Expressing the reason why

The little ring meant so much to her,

As he quickly slid it back…

Two dollar