The Hollow (9)

den holes

I knock on the tree to see if a head pokes out

a breeze shakes acorns loose

their muffled thumps into rain- softened moss

how great it felt not to be afraid of falling in last night’s dream

perched aristocratically among the toadstools

a cranefly

Dave Bonta

Learn by heart: tap a gap

I on the tree to see

if a head out

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