birch roots
turned stilts
a hollow in the shape of a stump
desire path
deer cutting across
this trench of a trail
raised high in a claw
of upturned roots
an ordinary rock
smooth sandstone
the empty seas of the first
great extinction
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).