trees
when we were young.
any tree.
up we'd go.
boosted by the hands
of friends.
no reason.
just dumb kids
with nothing to do
but to show
off how brave we were.
how strong
and nimble
to scurry up the trunk.
and look
out across the land.
and then
there was always that
moment
when you're heart sank,
and you thought,
how am i going to get down.
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