Friday, November 25, 2016

the singing cleaning lady





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A leaf says,

“Sweethearts—don’t pick me,
For I am busy doing
God’s work. 
I am lowering my veins and roots
Like ropes
With buckets tied to them
Into the earth’s deep
Lake. 
I am drawing water
That I offer like a rose to
The sky. 
I am a singing cleaning woman
Dusting all the shelves in
The air
With my elegant green
Rags. 
I have a heart.
I can know happiness like
You.

–Hafiz


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