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Dave Bonta

Walking onions

The phoebes across the road carry beakfuls of mud into their nest. Planting onions, my thumb- and fingernails harvest black crescents. This summer while I’m gone, the walking onions will re-plant themselves, head-down in the dirt.
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Tintype

First phoebe of spring. He flutters in front of me, drawn by a slow fly. In my email, a copy of a tintype portrait I sat for last August— that still moment five seconds long, that black box.