This is a tree viewed by looking straight up at the site of the new well-shed thing.
[daily log: walking, 1km; ditchdigging, 1m]
Day: May 22, 2019
Caveat: Poem #1025 “Another nonnet that ends with the word ‘stop'”
There are plenty of words at the start. These words emerge and tumble down. They fall in cold rivulets. Soon, there are piles of words. Strangers tromp through them. They block the view. Children play. I sigh. Stop.
– a nonnet.
