and katydids—
tonight’s soup
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.
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
such a good old horse
this riderless body
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
