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Between Winter and Spring
Between Winter and Spring
Oil on Clayboard
48 x 60

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.