for a spell
sand stone
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.
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
dog-like
my devotion to you
going bloom
tiger beetle
in the road
teach me your kung fu
budburst time
even the empty bench
is turning green
finding where the night goes
cave water
small seeds
the prayer-like feeling
of patting dirt
whitening sky
seed potatoes cut down
to one eye each
