Winter and suddenly awakened
to the nights cold and damp
by some dream's noisy sound.
I must have tossed of the warm blanket's comfort
and am now awake
and reading
Hafiz
How could the world, with all its anguish
not realize
the love that is inherent in everything?
There is a good reason why "things"
are cold and damp
Go back to your dreams
and be grateful
The noise of bangs and thumps
is just the garbage being collected
at this early morning's hour
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