by Bob Dougherty
the hike in the woods was refreshing
I kicked off my shoes and walked across
the hardwood floor to my old desk chair
leaning back I rubbed my chilly hands
over my face then tilted forward
and opened my laptop to capture
a fading thought about nature
something doesn’t feel right a tickle
on the back of my neck an instant itch
reaching back and scratching
then slapping my neck what is that?
flying fingers grabbing combing
it’s a bloody fight my fist brings it all
into view a tick a tick there in my hand
scrambling trying to run to run instinct
and me trying to kill to kill instinct
began in a woods
a tick a human instinct
over in seconds
the hike in the woods was refreshing
I kicked off my shoes and walked across
the hardwood floor to my old desk chair
leaning back I rubbed my chilly hands
over my face then tilted forward
and opened my laptop to capture
a fading thought about nature
something doesn’t feel right a tickle
on the back of my neck an instant itch
reaching back and scratching
then slapping my neck what is that?
flying fingers grabbing combing
it’s a bloody fight my fist brings it all
into view a tick a tick there in my hand
scrambling trying to run to run instinct
and me trying to kill to kill instinct
began in a woods
a tick a human instinct
over in seconds
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