Purveyors of fine poetry since 2003.
train horn
the forest pool’s murky surface
stippled with bubbles
mosquitoes rising
only as high as my knees
still drying their wings
West Nile virus
missing the heart-stopping
flush of a grouse
old charcoal hearth
the last butternut tree’s
mossy corpse
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 4.0 International 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).