Grounded


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Wolf crawled into my skin

Fur pushing through feathers

“You’re grounded,” he said.

Talons became claws and I howled.

Horse took pity and snuffled to me,

nose to nose until his sweet breath

became mine and

hooves let me fly again.

Stone and stars, beacons

Galaxies, guide

Tethered to truth,

We breathe fire

And fly.

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