The Hollow (7)

Dave BontaContemplative

the descent beckons in three directions old charcoal haul roads

crossroads deep in moss

a ladder of fungi climbs a nearby snag

namaste means I bow to the divine in you

lightning-struck oak

it’s not true that lightning never strikes twice

spears of heartwood

Dave Bonta

Learn by heart: tap a gap

old haul roads

crossroads deep in

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