a vole’s
wandering hill
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.
crow mimicking
a crow hunter’s
crow call
New Year’s Eve
more than ordinary
stir fry
mountain
without peaks
keep going
moon on ice
moon on ice
that emphatic
WHO-all
no visitors
to track up my snow
mourning dove wings
lost
idiolect are you
my mutter
snowfall
imagine being buried
in a blank page
January
the shrinking circle
of my needs
distant gunshots
the new tattoo
has turned scaly
growing needles
in an icy fog—
perjury charges
out before dawn
the perfect fit of foot
to footprint
