a small cloud gathers
on the road
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.
end of summer
holes
in mushroom parasols
volunteer tomato
holding its children up
to the sun
deep in the forest
a hummingbird scratching
behind her ear
house
held by a swallowtail
with tattered wings
the exact middle of nowhere
empty web
thunder
and katydids—
tonight’s soup
forest…
enough daylight
for an ant
lakeshore reflections
the book
I forgot
tombescence (n):
the fruiting body
of a fungus
old strip mine
a fragment of forest
preserved in shale
moss climbing the trees
mountain lake
