Remember When

We stomped in  woods

looking for buried treasures

covered in rust and mud

your eyes alighted to find

a centipede crawled up

your matchstick leg shook

to knock it off, instead, a yell

to scare the hare from

eating our moldy silence

trying to gnaw through wood.

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