Duel

The man in the swollen harvest moon

Surprised the morning sun, eye to eye,

On a cloudless day in an ebullient sky

The grass, overnight,

Produced a cold sweat, a nervous dew,

Anticipating the early duel

As the sun god marched

Southeast to Southwest

the moon considered its next wish

At last, with an inevitable wink,

she smiled and faded

into the sea.