Not sure this should count as a tree. But it sort of looks like one.
[daily log: walking, 4km]
Day: February 9, 2019
Caveat: Poem #923 “A semantic hydrology”
ㅁ Words plow down hillsides and bore tunnels. They carve canyons in melting snow. Semantic rivulets form. The sun glints off meanings. Shadows are dispelled. Bits of ice melt. Ideas. Water. Thought.
– a nonnet.
