A Date with Li Po

In the moonlight,
sipping silence alone
except for shadow selves
that mimicked every move,

he said he told his secrets
only to the drunk
or those mad with moonlight.

Plum blossoms
fell like feathers
on the air.

A moonbeam
tangled in his
gray goatee.

Timidly
I reached my hand
to touch it,
I must have been mad.

 

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