By Lisa City Mouse, FAF Contributor

For Jeannie, who has left us

my wish for you, darling garden pixie

matriarch of my spiritual vision

is that right now you are dancing

through fields of daffodils

inhaling honeysuckle sweetness

sipping mint tea in a cornflower mug

and painting cats into corners

of the universe still uncharted

sly giggles bubble through each galaxy

you float by with curious eyes

magnetic hippie witch, your soul invites

cosmos communal love-ins

where all celestial bodies fit in and get in