I kick up the rocks and dust
that covers the ground here
in my attempts to leave.
Each time my eyes are called up
to the sky, thousands of lightning bugs
dizzily hovering over the empty fields.
Wind turbine blades act as a shutter,
like this place is trying to capture me
in a snapshot, wrapped up
in its dust and stars.
I pull away and
I feel the dirt sigh
and the wind chase me.
The curvature of the earth catches me,
my eyes are lost again; this time,
to amber rays
melting into an indigo abyss.
The stars disappear
among ripples of pink and purple.
I sit still, struggling to breathe,
infatuated.
-Chloe Marnin Lott