open table
the moon takes every seat
makes the glassware glisten
and the cutlery glitter
or is this not linen
are we not in the aftermath of a feast
listen to the distant grief
of an abandoned dog
alone yet locked in orbit
who wouldn’t howl
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).
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