in the afterlife’s pale beauty
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.
in a wilderness of its own corpses
American chestnut
pixie cup lichens
watching where i step
old metal
weathering into a meadow
attention
turning to another world the thump of roadkill
the crack where light comes in
splitting a seed
fast fashion in skimpy yellow
sassafras
spring mountain
some of the clouds are in bloom
river road
passed by a floating tire
when the wind drops
a bluebird’s warble
into the woods
what fresh horror’s red balloon
Floatation devices
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