The Shapeshifter

may appear as flash of beak

or splash of wing,

a swift shadow

flickering across the tundra,

or a black feather

impaling the snow,

or an ink stain

on a white tablecloth,

a smear of tar on a frozen river,

as the Creator of the World


on a golden arch,

as the Stealer of Light

(and fries)

perched on a parking lot lamp

under the aurora,

and as a restless

raven-haired boy

stuffing cups and spoons

and napkins

from a coffeehouse counter

into his black sports bag.

Photo by Robert Dodd

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