Adrift,
the sienna leaves
kissed briefly
by a full moon
the shade of a silk slip

Adrift,
to Fall winds but I think
I understand things now
& the way they have to be
I remember everything
then fight to forget

There will never be a unity
not classically, not in reality
Never between yin and yang
though
they’resodamnclose

& it goes both ways

My imperfections are what they are
but he does not see torn pieces
of fragility
He sees mahogany gloss,
steam on the breeze &
endless flames

–LM