Morning coffee

by Do Mai Hoa

Unable to see pothole or flower-pot-
hole The street shining with water
Hanoi flooded…
Even the dawn surrounded by clouds and
rains Memories of you inflated!

How can I be brave?
to climb over bunches of unconscious
barriers when the heart fluttering
Could it be that the unconscious wins in the marathon chase
fluffy Saturday floating on the street
Why don’t we moor each
other? Morning coffee…?
Conscience remembers to answer: Busy
Weekend, a good housewife has tasks to
do Lunch presented
some say
handy some
say what a
wife
yet handy in serenity even when the husband forgets his duty Swallow sorrow down into the smile…

Morning coffee…?
Rivalry between unconscious and
conscious Broken crystal pieces
Pieces of happiness like the color of earth!