On a friend’s kitchen counter,

Dave BontaFebruary 17, 2017epigrams and conundrums, forest

An old branch scar at the base of a tree, partially healed over with a center of pale wood filled with fantastic arabesques.

three potatoes had gone feral, growing ghostly branches out of their eyes. I kept my shirt pulled down so my navel wouldn’t get any ideas.

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