In every quest narrative, it’s the very beginning that I like—

Dave BontaMarch 4, 2017epigrams and conundrums, forest

Bright, yellow-green moss on a trail through the woods.

before the first adversaries appear, when the path is still a magic carpet and has yet to reveal its serpentine coils.

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

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