I was always a party of one.

Dave BontaJanuary 24, 2017epigrams and conundrums, forest

A dark tree trunk surrounded by white, snow-covered bushes and saplings.

I’d come in, sit down, and make myself uncomfortable.

Published by Dave Bonta

I live in an Appalachian hollow in the Juniata watershed of central Pennsylvania, and spend a great deal of time walking in the woods. My books of poetry include FAILED STATE: HAIBUN, ICE MOUNTAIN: AN ELEGY, BREAKDOWN: BANJO POEMS, and ODES TO TOOLS. View all posts by Dave Bonta

2 Comments

mary mccloskey says:

January 24, 2017 at 7:36 pm

me too.

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lucychili says:

January 25, 2017 at 3:21 am

three =)

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