Neither explained nor deleted
he sat on the porch
looking over a paved-to-small,
inherently squarishly-walled courtyard:

“why is it
that porches evoke rocking chairs
and vast grassy landscape?”
he hummed amused.

His name long forgotten
with words wildering
as wild flowers
and misty vistas
circulated none his own

should ‘ve seen
to be leaves ’n that tree
as vowels autumn’d to soil
that he folded forwardly
moaning backaches from toil:

“a last sip,” ‘e said,
“a last sip before the next.”

                —animasuri’24

one of the triggers:

“je n’ai pas eu besoin de cette hypothèse”

      —Laplace (1749– 1827) presumably 
      (and, among others, a visit to the Wikipedia page)