This entry is part 51 of 91 in the series Toward Noon: 3verses

After months under snow,
last autumn’s leaves
barely stir in the wind,

pressed flat as ears
to the forest floor.
Surely they know what’s coming.

Stones lie askew.
Whatever is beneath them shows no sign
of resting in peace.

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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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