TREE BARK

Sometimes I touch the tree bark. It feels bumpy and course. It tickles.

This is my favorite kind. It's and Ash tree I think. And Arthur Ashe tree. It grows in the mountains. And the Ash beetle likes to eat it and kill it.

But I touch the bark. Sometimes I break a piece off and smell it and touch it's moist underside.

I also like to run my fingers through the cracks. Sometimes my fingers get stuck and I have to turn them.

The bark forms little lanes, and the beetles and ants travel through them, just like they are caravans or gypies wandering from town to town.