Jo (so young) went west to wild rose country to Heart River country, a ruby red rose between her teeth the thorns keeping her silent secret, unheralded, even unseen, baby girl Lewis became, and became imaginary, perfect as the Hope Ruby Jo (so wild) sits in the silver square of the same moon all her girls were born under, night feeding, wondering whose wee ruby mouth is this? then in some government office red tape falls away from an old secret, and the world becomes small as a ruby’s inclusion every sunrise now starts as ruby, blazes noonward with the cardinal, with our sister hearts we are constellated like stars, like dew on a silky web, like Indra’s blood red rubies at the knots of the net that entwines us