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Grounded
I have been pinned to this spot
for decades.
Winds blow hard through here. Often.
Rains sweep across the ground
in torrents.
At times like these I revel in this possibility
I just might become unpinned.
Yet, here I am. Still. Stuck.
The proverbial butterfly
in the shadow box
hanging with wings spread;
colors glowing;
people passing to Oooo and Ahhhh
Yet, I remain hopeful.
My desiccated body
will soon shrivel.
The heavy steel pin will no longer hold me
And with the coming storm
I will blow away. Upwards-
to finally feel the world.
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| Tina Hudak |
Tina Hudak is a writer-artist in the Washington, D.C. area. Her work is held by the Library of Congress and the Harvard Art Library, as well as small-press publications in the U.S. and overseas. Visit TinaOpines and "A Blue Bunny Studio" on WordPress.
Beautiful, Tina! I love the idea of disintegration as an escape.
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