the cloying scent
of azaleas
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.
lady slipper
every way a bee
can bumble
wood ears
another language
I’ve lost
sun after rain
the dust on
my glasses
watching
the live stream
lonesome hollow
steady rain
not wishing to be
anywhere else
sitting
for a spell
sand stone
un-
POSTED sign
of a bear
I stay out
with fewer words
say morel
and they all hide
say the old times
high spring
the Amazon guy touts
sub-orbital tourism
an old man now
I take a look at myself:
so much more
than that rail-thin kid
who loved the blues
May Day
the engine block buried
in her garden
