this softness

I want to proclaim it
to the man leaning and yapping
at the department store clerk
to the sheath-dressed woman
high heeled, on the phone
choosing bagged lettuce

I want to turn it inside out
spread it like dandelions
or honey or something
in a cooler hue, a green
slow rain, complete release
from striving

Reading Hafiz, “When the Meadows on the Body Turn Gray,” translated by Daniel Ladinsky.

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8 thoughts on “this softness

      1. I love where it took you. In a weird way I feel what I overhear (which has nothing to do with me! ) is almost like a phenomenon like weather or nature. There to learn from and be inspired by! I may just be rationalizing eavesdropping but…

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