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Scott Parson, dabbler in typestries and fabulations

That'll Leave a Mark

They said that marriage leaves a mark,

so I checked myself today

to see if I’d been changed.


Did life’s abundant traumas

leave something etched on me?

A hiker’s blaze to show

our lean and lively transit?

I expected very little,

some faded recollections

from the harshest of our travels,

but found instead the lasting prints

that you had left on me.


Not doleful days in cold and bitter ink,

but a fine and steady pen stroke—

of your grace and wisdom.


So—did you also likewise find,

when checking in your mirror,

a mark that speaks of me?


-- Scott P. on July 3, 2022                                                   

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