Monday, December 11, 2017

Untitled Fragment

Notice the individual
Strands of white hair sprouting
From my head.

Notice the individual
Leaves in red and gold barely tethered
To the solemn tree.

Beyond creed or colour
Notice the individual.
Time steals away who we are.
Yet here and now

We exist.

Perhaps this will be reborn one day as a full-fledged poem. For now, let it exist as is.