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I don’t know about you, but I have lived to assume a lot!!! Loved this.

Writing With Some Ink and a Hammer

To climb a tree once more…

As a Child

Once, I
assumed I would die,
slipping

off a branch
in the big elm
that stretched

like a giant hand
into a summer afternoon.
It grew beside the tool shed

where grandpa hung
the jagged saw,
the scythe, rusted

and dull.
My knees bled,
each abrasion

blooming,
crimson,
two roses,

but I lived –
lived to assume
again.

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Inspired by The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “1984.”

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