A tree, shaven from wind & season,
sheds its bark onto
those below
The trunk, thick with
curves & ridges in its
sharp skin bark,
scrapes my delicate
ankle skin as I pass
a bit too close
But it heals, the cut,
placed so close to the
Achilles heel
The places more prone
to scarring are
the knuckles, the knees
the heart.
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"david don't ride over the bark!"
ps. i like your lice field. Keep the kids away. Youll be buying lice shampoo like crazy. And then all their little school friends will get lice too, and then there will be a PTA meeting, trying to taget the culprit who had lice and started the whole epidemic. then youlll be ostricised, once they find out you and your devil child started it, then they'll ask you to change school districs, and your child will get an under par education, not get into a good college, not make money, and then will put you in a crappy nursing home when you get old and crazy. All that from not keeping your kids away from the lice field.
But on a lighter note-- great bike ride today.
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