Poem: Gypsum Marble

Pairs of eyes rove
toxic in nature
in savvy glances
incomplete jots.
At once alarmed,
by harum scarums
of folk crowding
in sap-like water
parrying headstrong.
Left to consider oaths,
garish on-field and sky,
they muster their strength,
ruminate in the distance.
As you turn in sleep
to this cordial noise,
it occurs as a crystal
in rolling marbles.
©️ photo by Olga Thelavart on Unsplash
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