for currency
my shadow’s share
Author: 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.
reading in the woods
a falling leaf taps me
on the shoulder
mountaintop
the destroying angel’s
frilly scarf
first day of fall
a silent warbler’s blend
of green and yellow
sunlit trail
the Brownian motion
in a cloud of gnats
barn party
breeze and music passing
through every knothole
fire sun
the far forests burning
in my throat
death in spring
finding his green tent
fallen in
hidden bells
under the greenbriar
a tendril’s zero
the mountain
found in a cloud
flowering dogwood
foamflowers
soak in the rushing
waterthrush song
blue-headed
in the sun-flooded forest
vireo
