Who can climb the highest before the teacher calls
Feet slipping on wet bark
Smooth fingers searching for the next calloused bough
She was never one to hesitate
Fingertips always preferred to elbow crooks
Circumference something to be challenged
At the close when the sentence cut through the cold
She'd drop without a thought
Haunch-hunched leaf-sprung legs welcoming ground
Spread fingers scrunching mud and away
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