The bark doesn't seem to be falling off but rather peeling away, taking with it a membrane of mucus perhaps it is sick with a cold it is Winter now but the sick doesn't show it only moves. bubbles, and slithers, cause their mothers taught them that it is impolite to show when you are hurting and it is only to be seen when you want something.
I wondered then why the bark was showing me it's ill and I found out not much later that it was hungry.
The superfluous accident of ex's and wives combined in your heart like garbage or traffic.
with jeans and white dresses muddy from the water to accumulate and fester until you acknowledge one or all sometimes simultaneously to make you sad because sorrow is too big a word when you have none left to say.