It came down in a storm one night. No one saw, heard or cared, except for the others. As they said, it was notched, pulled like a bow, groaning at its unsustainable angle when the release happened and the snap snapped it up at the roots. As they watched it, just laying there for a…
Day: September 9, 2020
Morning Haiku – 59
Days shorten quickly Like salt-shy snails recoiling Back into their shells.