on a stretch of East Texas highway
Poem by Jenny Molberg  •  Art by Jill Burhans
 





three hawks careen overhead
on wings that breathe
like overworked lungs
Indian Paintbrushes and Bluebonnets
gaze up from beneath
their shadows and I watch
from behind a dirty windshield
I am anxious and heavy
as they scale these hills
unfettered as mobs of pines
brush against their dark wings
I pull over
I etch their shadows on my skin
I bury the ink in my bones
tether their wings to me
remembering the weight
of my feet
and the gravity of my body






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