I caught these trees trying to escape the planet. Fortunately they move very slowly, so I don’t think they’re leaving anytime soon.
[daily log: walking, 1.5km; catching, 9salmon]
Day: August 14, 2019
Caveat: Poem #1109 “Things”
the history of things lies buried down beneath the present moment scrabbling like bored zombies or predators on drugs seeking to come out sniffing at now kicking dirt: grinning things