November 23rd Poems

White Cleaning the House

There are many roads leading

Hunters, hackers and miners in search

Of gold nuggets of dreams following

The astrology of mind placing the cards

Face up or down in the austere,

Veneered lonely

Office.

The roads splinter off the main road–

Hunters to woods, miners to mountain

Peaks and hackers drum away kicking dirt

On the road obscuring the heebie-jeebies

For even the hackers are afraid of the delete

Key that might not delete all the wrong doings.

There are many ways to come clean

By being sober and willing to get wet

In the rain, and intimate

With your naked dreams

That bring you to the juncture

Of cross roads,

Not back to the cold, lonely office

But to your heart that circulates

The warm blood.

Yenna Yi

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