The old olive trees

I have never touched the trunk of an olive tree. I doubt I ever will,
since they don’t grow up north, where I live, and I prefer to avoid
the swelter they thrive in. So as long as I stay here, I will not suffer,
except that I will not know the feeling of running my fingers over
the fissured bark of senescence.

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