One line for all
the caravans of the internet—
its wavy shadow.
Looking at bird tracks,
I feel a certain anxiety
of influence.
I chew on a piece
of congealed black cherry sap
from a head-sized burl.
Dave Bonta (bio) often suffers from imposter syndrome, but not in a bad way — more like some kind of flower-breathing dragon, pot-bellied and igneous. Be that as it may, all of his writing here 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).
Contemplating your new poems and what you’re up to… Really like the congealed black cherry sap and burl.
Thanks. The sap is actually really tasty: subtly flavored, faintly sweet, and somewhat like chewing gum except you don’t have to spit it out — it dissolves in a couple of minutes. Nothing at all like pine resin, which it superficially resembles.