Saw this in a puddle along the railroad as my entourage of gnats, flies and mosquitoes was dispersing. It percolated on the climb up, and I made & posted this from my usual ridgetop “office” at the base of a chestnut oak. Now to resume the walk…
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.
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