This tree saw a momentary slice of blue amid the panoptic gray.
Day: March 12, 2024
Caveat: Poem #2778 “Hours of geologic time”
ㅁ The temporary glacier out there, made of snow and ice and chilled mud, is gradually unmade by the visitations of churlish raindrops, by the mad gusts of dumb wind. The yard clears...
– a nonnet.