sad face circled
by a moth
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.
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
taking it slow
through the humid forest
yellow plasmodium
humid forest
the stream’s
ghostly double
fallen
bird’s nest of roots
nowhere to turn
mountain
aficionado
of clouds
heat lightning
the meadow’s whisper
of crickets
trailside camp
the Indian cucumber root’s
second story
