this riderless body
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.
between blinks
the satellite’s
dark cargo
dark hollow
all this time where
the great oak stood
a screech owl’s descending quaver
I forget who I am
without knowing the future
monarch butterfly
moon-gazing [2]
a mosquito wheal rises
on my bald head
moon-gazing
sad face circled
by a moth
turning over a new rock
black bear
July’s white heat
blossoming wintergreen
gypsy moths
finding each other
without mouths
lost time
the scarab remembering
its wings
day moon’s polypore
the smell of heat
