Caveat: Poem #1853 “Primeval” 2021-08-27, 05:55 2023-03-22 A Daily Poem / Book 3 / My Poetry & Fiction / Nonnet ㅁ First: nothing. Unholy. The road's imposed, the trees forced to yield, the small streams surmounted, and the rocks are crushed and spread. But below, the absences wait. The potholes are older than the road. – a reverse nonnet. Previous PostCaveat: Tree #952 Next PostCaveat: Tree #953