This tree had a distinct view of the treehouse relative to other nearby trees.
[daily log: walking, 2.5km]
Day: May 15, 2021
Caveat: Poem #1749 “Thirty-fifth stanza”
ㅁ Kiamon stared at her coffee and stirred, watching the tendrils of cream spin around. Nothing had happened in line with her hopes. Patterns emerged but the picture was vague.
– a quatrain in dactylic tetrameter.