A Home Poem by Anne Yun

A street light
together with a roving heart
might be a home enough
for he who builds sky as roof
chisels stars as vents

He leaves the vents open at nights
to let some human breaths escape
from their heavy and burning masks

Breezes from above the roof
want to cool and soften the masks
but, blocked by the so called 'room'

like an abandoned envelope
failed to convey any love
suspended outside the room
for a long long time

till a roving heart
take them home