Breaking through

Dave BontaContemplative

Fresh holes gape in a maple trunk, as if from some Roman soldier’s lance.

The new, smooth ground of ice and sleet hasn’t quite set; I keep breaking through.

Cardinals peck at the plowed road, gathering faux teeth for their reliquaries.

Dave Bonta

Learn by heart: tap a gap

Fresh holes gape in a maple ,

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