Splinters
SPLINTERS
You’re not alone. All of us pick up one
somewhere in these tall grasses
we wander through, scratching us
like a bur beneath a pant leg
or the proverbial pebble at the sole
of things. Regardless how beautiful the view
we’re making for, how grateful
we are—don’t get us wrong—to be
trekking toward the precipice
in the company of friends, still,
that bit of dust in your eyeball
makes no amends. In theory,
it's the one thing between you
and a really lovely stroll through
unmowed existence. In theory,
were there a good, flat rock to rest on
and some time to boot, you could
begin unlacing the layers to uncover
the root of this chafing and clip it
like a hangnail. But don’t hang
your hat on it. If such nagging
delusions have begun to set in,
the source of the infection has long
since sunk beneath the skin.
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