Paintings
Between Winter and Spring
Oil on Clayboard
48 x 60
2023
A need to know becomes a need
to hold, to own, to need,
to need, to need we nearly
obscured the stars.
I hid the last ones in my speckle feathered breast.
I became a pigeon
disregarded, unsuspected.
Confided in the burrowing animals
to bury them in hollows.