(A Dream of the Silent Prince)

I dream of antlers tucked to my back
and wake to an empty space in my bed–

why now, oh Prince?  It is not yet Summer
not yet time for your Transformation, for
your Descent, nowhere near time for your Rising–

this drop of information told me something I knew
was coming; much sooner than usual–it is not even Spring–

Please, Summer,
be peaceful
this year.

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