The Queen of Cups is happy tonight.
Her wavy silver hair reflects
the blue dusk and sliver
of moon
and swirls
like a vortex of moving sky
as she dances
to the songs of
a northern mockingbird.
Her eyes reflect the stars,
her laughter a counterpoint
to the calls of
the spring peepers
and when she lies down
in the grass
her sleeping breath harmonizes
with the sound
of the stream that runs
just beyond the trees. - Jeff Barnes
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