Mara

A dry leaf scrapes across dry clay
giving Mara's game away.

The clock cuts into hours each day
to keep Eternity at bay.

Eternity outwaits the clock
and Mara's game is back on track.

The master-key clicks shut the lock
which stops the clock from turning back.

Leaf and clay must
meet in dust.

(And Mara's game is back on track.)

poem by Brian Taylor
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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