Each day as I approach
I select my most evil nemesis
Hanging there, severed yet still fettered
The gloves go on, angles are considered
A couple tentative test tugs
Before force is applied
I’m not sure if I’m stronger or the vine is weaker
(very likely I am heavier than yesterday)
But these first few pulls are especially productive
The key is to apply constant pressure
To bend the limbs wrapped in vine
Straightening out any slack
But then, at the same time
to yank with intermittent ferocity
Tearing tendrils from tiny branches
Until you feel the slight slippage
A half inch of blessed movement
another, and another
vine sliding
Satisfyingly slipping to earth
Stacked with the rest
Then I continue to search
For the thick one I will leave
For tomorrow
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