Anything but white


Screech owl at dawn
& a great-horned owl at dusk.
All day long, just words.


Skid marks where a rabbit
slid into the ditch at dawn—
no shadows then.


Marooned in the snow,
the old whitewashed springhouse
is anything but white.


Where deer once stepped,
dinner-plate-sized craters
brimming with new snow.


old footprints

Dave Bonta (bio) crowd-sources his problems by following his gut, which he shares with 100 trillion of his closest microbial friends — a close-knit, symbiotic community comprising several thousand species of bacteria, fungi, and protozoa. In a similarly collaborative fashion, all of Dave’s writing is available for reuse and creative remix under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 United States License. For attribution in printed material, his name (Dave Bonta) will suffice, but for web use, please link back to the original. Contact him for permission to waive the “share alike” provision (e.g. for use in a conventionally copyrighted work).

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