2016/detector

The woman who comes with
the metal detector,
to search and dig in my yard,
finds three rusty pennies and
a broken piece of metal before
I ask her to leave.
Approaching her to break the news,
she is thrilled at her latest discovery,
a silver ring she says excitedly
causing me to momentarily
question my decision,
but I stand firm,
sending her and her knee pads
out the gate.
Hours later after soaking and
cleaning the rusted ring,
annoyed that she has cluttered
my afternoon with this folly,
I am glad for my act,
respecting myself at last.

3/11/16