This tree was by the little board-bridge across the stream between lots 74 and 73 (Art’s lot and my lot). The stream was swollen by the inch of rain we got overnight, and it was running over the top of my little bridge.
Day: December 3, 2023
Caveat: Poem #2678 “The 70’s”
ㅁ We sit and watch these old tv shows. In fact I don't mind them at all. They induce a nostalgia. I can live in the past: Kate Jackson's bright smile, Starsky's fast car... expectant future dreams.
– a nonnet.