The Old Blog in the Desert

Saw the spirit of Marilyn,
Saying goodbye to Mr. Miller,
From the courthouse steps.
Followed her down
To the Virginia Street bridge,
Watching breathlessly,
She tossed her ring
Into the swift moving Truckee.
Then with no one asking
Her for her autograph,
She simply turned away,
Laughing and smiling,
Walking in Reno,
Marilyn faded away.