The day was September, cool oozing from the dying wildflowers.
Cease beeping, we said to just about everyone.
We put up a sign outside the church: Park your car, forget your anger.
The leaves clattered, practically metallic, the café tables round as coins.
I live in an Appalachian hollow in the Juniata watershed of central Pennsylvania, and spend a great deal of time walking in the woods. Here’s a bio. All of my writing here is available for reuse and creative remix under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 4.0 International License. For attribution in printed material, my name (Dave Bonta) will suffice, but for web use, please link back to the original. Contact me for permission to waive the “share alike” provision (e.g. for use in a conventionally copyrighted work).