Caveat: Poem #1599 “The anti-navigational manifesto” 2020-12-16, 06:00 2023-03-22 A Daily Poem / Book 3 / My Poetry & Fiction / Nonnet ㅁ A small white moth caught some sunset light, dodging raindrops along the road. There's not much navigation taking place in its brain, it seems, as I watch: hanging in there, drop to drop, swoop up, down. – a nonnet. Previous PostCaveat: Tree #698 Next PostCaveat: Tree #699