This tree was jealous of the clouds at the summit of the six-mile hill.
[daily log: walking, 5km; retailing, 9hr]
Day: January 10, 2024
Caveat: Poem #2716 “Up there in the brain somewhere, lost to all”
ㅁ I'd planned some verse up in my brain... I failed to write it down. So now this morning nothing's there... no words: no verb, no noun.
– a quatrain in ballad meter.