Sometimes you must choose your own tree, from among many that present themselves, each with their respective merits.
[daily log: walking, 1.5km]
Day: April 16, 2020
Caveat: My greenhouse springs a leek
The leek is growing in the form of a small sprout.
Caveat: Poem #1355 “Fourteenth stanza”
ㅁ Kiamon went on refusing to fight, peering around in an eerie half-light, kicking at dirt and escaping her friends: heartless and actually seeking her end.
– a quatrain in dactylic tetrameter