A tree out along the road a ways.
[daily log: walking, 4km]
Day: May 18, 2019
Caveat: Poem #1021 “A run-on sentence about time”
Wind precludes the silence which sits waiting at the edge of things, off in the forest, there, down by the surging waters, where the eagle crouches, watching, and no one awaits nothing but time.
– a reverse nonet.
