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Vibrant foliage already cascades,

Slowly easing to the ground

In most

Subtle

Ways.

Promise of tomorrow is yesterday’s news

As morning chill arrives.

These headlines only serve to confuse,

As much is surmised.

This little bird, this speck of light

Escapes grasp

Soaring just

Out of

Sight

Assured as when it arrived,

From nature’s inkwell contrived.

The surface is scratched, the code cracked,

But still there is this holdback,

This irrepressible marrow

That lives and breathes ebony

And makes its home in the likes of me,

Ever led astray

By this thin decay

That can’t delay,

Just sway.