A poem composed just shy of the Yin Extremity as I walked along Fourth Neck

 After only two sips

From the soda can (which I then

left standing on the porch railing)

I proceeded east along

The easternmost stretch

Of Fourth Neck

Just as the yardmen

Were heading home

In their pick up truck

Leaving behind an enormous

Pile of leaves in front of

Aunt CeeCee’s house

With the Yin power

Only a night or two

From its utmost extremity

I headed down towards

The creek in the moon’s

Buttery glow

Past my neighbor Scott

Conversing on his cell phone

In a light warm enough

To draw rabbits out to dance

In their thickened coats

From one dead end sign

To another I traversed further east

Until my mind’s eye ran out

Beyond the point of no return

Where the moon

Had doubled itself

From top to bottom

In the calmed waters

Of the creek

I paddled on in that moonlight

Almost bright enough

To obscure the Pleiades rising

Which kept beckoning me on

Just a few fingers  
Above the horizon

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