A Long Goal Poem by Duy Bui

Much sweats, that clarified
I chased my running sun
It tiptoed to my sigh
In silence, like a gun

Breathed in fields of tall grass
Slept with dimming candles
Heard the far distance brass
No real love to kindle

Waiting, unconscious knew
Like a boatman, at sea
A ship of joyous crew
For home, with lovers feast

Sounds of black and white keys
On mind’s window relied
To grasp their melodies
Tired, I’m satisfied