All day long
The earth shouts
Such an exuberant gee,
It starts throwing
As if God were passing by in a parade encouraging
By looking so beautiful—
That a whole avalanche of mania swoops in!
I like this idea of throwing things at God,
And especially—His making us rowdy!
Thus, as soon as Hafiz is out of bed
I start stuffing large sacks
With old shoes, cucumbers,
For the upcoming
And who knows
Source: The Gift