3 Years Divorced (Dec. 4, 2021)

Every year— or year and one half— the same:

celestial superseding of yin and yang,

light-dark, solar-lunar, water-flame.

In twilit noons, do you feel the same pang

profess its presence? A shot wolf with fraught fangs.

Some year at midday, when the moon eats the sun,

each of us, gazing skyward, will wonder: Who won?