ㅁ Yesterday, I made my first window for my many-angled treehouse. Of course it is imperfect. But I put in some glass, applied some putty quite messily, and looked out at blue sea.
Category: Book 4
Caveat: Poem #2174 “Recipe”
ㅁ Yesterday, I made some fish curry. I started making curry paste, with the mortar and pestle I'd bought in Korea; then I fry onion with zucchini, tomato, last, add fish.
Caveat: Poem #2173 “Snufflebeast”
ㅁ dog snuffles down the road smelling flowers... gotta smell that tree! oh, here's a piece of trash! nice, a mud puddle to drink! oh, look, a bee to try to eat! yikes! ouch. that bee is not so tasty.
Caveat: Poem #2172 “Unprecedented”
ㅁ rain comes down continues and then pauses you get used to it then when a patch of blue appears between parting clouds strange clarity amid gray whisps you feel somewhat disoriented
Caveat: Poem #2171 “R. Jeffers”
ㅁ I feel happiest just watching things, external to interactions: the struggle of living things trees, bees, birds, fish, eagles... a theodicy of small creatures, if you will, fighting death.
Caveat: Poem #2170 “Planning ahead”
ㅁ The day is done. I go out. A remainder of daylight and the drizzle invoke doubt with regard to coming night. Night is not a time to walk: rather, it's when I'll try sleep, check my handcrafted door's lock, and rest. And maybe dream, deep.
Caveat: Poem #2169 “Chance of rain”
ㅁ drip, drop, drip, drop, drip... drop, drop, drip, drop, drop, drip, drop... drip, drop. Just sayin'.
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