This tree was by an open field, and the sea.
Day: March 20, 2023
Caveat: Poem #2421 “On the functional limits of water tanks”
ㅁ The water tank had a simple job. That was to hold water for us. But that job entailed good pipes. See? Pipes that didn't leak. Instead, a pipe leaked. It sprayed water. The sea drank. The tank... drained.
– a nonnet.