Another Australian tree: from the neighbor’s yard up the hill. She is actually a pretty horrible person, per descriptions of my mom and others who’ve dealt with her, but I nevertheless like her tree in her yard.
Presumably, we are flying.
[daily log: flying, farther and farther]
Day: April 3, 2019
Caveat: Poem #976 “A chance meeting in Cairns”
ㅁ ...and we were stuck in Cairns for just a day and walking from some mall where time was killed and crickets sang and rain made rivulets and randomly my spirit sister waved and stopped her car and turned around quite quick and said hello. We told our little tale. She laughed and grinned and drove away again.
– seven lines of blank verse (iambic pentameter).
