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Winter - Grounded
Winter - Grounded
Oil on Clayboard
30 x 40

The lightning came in twelve
wild lassos and whips lit the valley.
They called to the villager,

"Come with us, we will transform you."

She would be their thirteenth -
an omnipotent observer, a time traveler
she would know all but feeling.
Separate from creation.

"No, I will stay on earth. Weigh me down."

She transformed instead into a bird -
speckle feathers
and hid the stars underground
before they were obliterated
with knowing, dulled by possession.