I took a long walk in the morning. I walked east up out of town.
I looked south from the top of a hill.
I saw a cold horse, who said nay.
I saw something for the horse to eat, called hay.
In the afternoon, we went to have beer with some of my uncle Alan’s friends at a craft brewery in downtown Montrose.
[daily log: walking, 8km]
Day: January 3, 2019
Caveat: Poem #886 “Confession”
ㅁ day follows on the night unburdening its chill reflections across outstretched mountains among rose-stained frozen fields touching the steam-breathing horses fingering the snow-gloved, clutching trees
– a reverse nonnet.
