How do you do justice,

To one who may not have been?

It’s hard to not seem foolish,

Especially if one should be seen.


But sometimes I can’t help but notice,

Her shining so bright in the sky,

And then my palms face the heavens,

As I watch her ride on by.


All Hail Inanna,

Queen of Heaven and me.

I don’t know if I’m delusional.

But I do know what my eyes see.


©CMA 2020


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