This tree bore mute witness to frankly unprecedented levels of narcissism.
Which is to say, I put up my street sign.
[daily log: walking, 3km;]
Day: April 29, 2023
Caveat: Poem #2460 “An unwise wager”
ㅁ The sun appeared at dawn and seemed to glow. I stepped outside a moment just to see. Two hours passed. Clouds strolled in and set the tone. My mind was shrouded by their grayish game. I played my hand but lost to further rain.
– five lines in blank verse (iambic pentameter).