This tree was by a pile of rocks – I believe I’ve featured these trees and rocks several times before, as seen from different angles. I’m running out of unique viewpoints within short walking distance of my house. The “daily tree” schtick is feeling stale.
[daily log: walking, 4km; retailing, 9hr]
ㅁ Those Martians opted to explore the world. They traveled in their spacecraft here and there. The forests drew them, silent and alive. A bear, a deer, some trees - these things were real.
– a quatrain in blank verse (iambic pentameter). This poem is an intentional sequel to poem #541, and I think that context is important.
