Were you there in the woods
Rolling your ankle over rotten crab apples
Can you hear the water break
And the branches fall.
Were you watching as I slipped
my foot from rock to rock
And as a snake eased by,
The mouse walked away.
Getting bitten, being mauled
Laughing very softly
As to not tremble
Each moment to the next.
Holding time.
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