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Dave Bonta

Tar man

Among the tar-men I instruct myself in the nature of tar: a great batter, boiled and simple like a fool. The night took a few turns in my coat. I found the pageant strange.

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Boot

after all my hopes alone with an old boot by the water I attend to the light

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Physics

solve for y what ground comes to matter I will learn the multiplication of noon instruct me in the nature of the nature that we fell from so obscure that x like an old bass viol

Dave Bonta

Consultant

At noon the captain would have her teach the mathematics of evening— the red land, the coursing water, a moth in clear daylight rising early.

Dave Bonta

Time gone, I fell upon boring holes in the clock and calling it chance, keeping a month or two with me like water in a boat, black with every particular of home. I observed the fanatics who cry up death say they will not pay for time, like a road when we have no money for ordinary dirt. Building my house a story higher, saving light, I long to see time heal.

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Angler

I fish till night kindred to the scarecrow my quiet oaths

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Primates

We turn to the forest (and other things worth knowing by not knowing) to look our full at all we fear, our estate like a bauble bought with trouble, mind a pair of compasses to walk home.

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White fragility

I ready myself for a ride in rough conditions with a chest of glass, my hand leased from a pretty lady and a paper head so full of sin I begin to see God.

Dave Bonta