Another tree.
[daily log: walking, 4km]
Day: April 20, 2019
Caveat: Poem #993 “A draft of an impossibility”
ㅁ in lines of glass or wood or concrete horizons drawn in golds and blacks a grid, a geographic spreadsheet dead trees on hills like painted cracks the cityscape reveals confusion amid its planless, hot profusion of means of movement, high and low of will to commerce, fast and slow the hearts of people all inventing a way to make their neighbors slaves or if not that, then find their graves and likewise... stepwise... too preventing our nature's hoped-for forceful claim against our blind hubristic shame
– a sonnet in a defective iambic tetrameter.
