The Hollow

Haiku series based on a single walk down Plummer’s Hollow, Pennsylvania—where I grew up—on the autumn equinox: September 22, 2018. The inspiration for the walk comes from William Carlos Williams’ Paterson: “The descent beckons / as the ascent beckoned…”

This entry is part 6 of 43 in the series The Hollow

 

they must love the milk
that makes them so bad-tasting

milkweed bugs

 

memorial bench

all the young trees
it shelters now

 

the fog still lingers
in a funnel spider’s web

deertongue grass

 

the “creep” in “creeper”

battened to a locust trunk
by a thousand tentacles