around
like trees,
the doctor cuts through
to see how
many lines
there are.
he shakes our branches,
he tests the bark,
the damage done
by so many external
things.
he examines the color
of our leaves.
you'll live, he says, your
roots are still
strong.
but be careful in the storms,
you have a tendency
to tilt
when winds come.
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