This tree knew the morning’s wind.
[daily log: walking, 3km; retailing, 6hr]
Day: December 15, 2020
Caveat: Poem #1598 “Cheaper than radar speed enforcement”
ㅁ Potholes proliferate in the road. They become gravel-based life forms. In slow-motion, they merge, swirl: mudpuddle amoebas, tasting your truck's tires, eating stray stones, lying there, slowing all.
– a nonnet.