You like the mountains
I prefer seas
I’m upper register
You’re minor keys
Our opposite lives not joined as one
For I live in the day when you are undone
Our brief meetings always on the cusp
I fly in the sun and you travel in dusk
Our Ladyhawke life until one small poultice–
The first day of winter, the earth’s solstice
One time of the year our souls can be one
When the dark of night meets the morning sun
A brief encounter when two opposite poles
May join so briefly to renew their souls
The Bag Lady 
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