The Oak Tree

oak’s bark-rough like sandpaper
grainy and course, like a cat’s tongue
my hand scraped by the jagged edges
its mocha brown reminds me of chocolate
on the first days of winter, years ago
a groove in the side, by the old moss
many travelers have taken rest here
with many still to come

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