Yin-Yang
The sun is overwhelming
to me
Imagine the extroversion
of that girl-god
chin raised above the clouds
to be seen
instead of hiding
like other children
All day
she shoots arrows of fire
from her sleeves
The moon is a foil
image of her
whose subtle glow
soothes the eyes
of the gazer
I have become Mr. Rochester
in love with one
while loathing the other
Sometime Too Hot the Eye of Heaven Shines
I find myself ungrateful for feet
as my soles heat up
on the scorched sidewalk
I stifle my panting
so the mockingbirds
won't mimic it
The coolness is brief
followed by gaps
between dappled tree shades
I seek refuge under awnings
until the world
rushes me to move on
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