Sunday Poem: Dropping Keys by Hafiz

Close up detail of a painting with yellow circle and blue and brown lines
Detail of a finished painting. Dropping keys.

Just and only this small offering today. Goodness.

Dropping Keys

The small woman

Builds cages for everyone

She

Knows.

While the sage,

Who has to duck her head

When the moon is low,

Keeps dropping keys all night long

For the

Beautiful

Rowdy

Prisoners.

 

Be well. Wash your hands. Love each other.