Poem Six: Queen of the Night

Poem Six: Queen of the Night

For Little Dog

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Whenever you’re ready.

If we climb the mountain

we may never come home.

We have walked red earth.

We have watched the queen 

of the night bloom.

Pollinator, harbinger of what becomes

fruit. I tell you, keep painting 

until it speaks.  Whenever you’re ready

I’ll take you to the other side.

There is nothing to be afraid of.

The sky is wide open.

Little companion, tell the night blooming

flowers your song.  Tell the clouds 

how big your heart is. Tell me,

does the moon only exist 

if you look at it?

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