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Marrow
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.
