where weathered
hide of cows gone by
and pocked, shredded rubber
part ways, there is a
slightest foreshadowing of
what is to come.
the strategic, determined
wriggle through stubborn
thread is subtle,
yet to think I never knew!
suddenly the fleshy
protrusion squeezes
forth, humbly posting atop
an unpolished hill top.
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