The intoxication of Spring

You know, 
it is not beyond God
to take pity 
on many down here.
He might just surprise you
-- someday --
and grind a few million 
tons of opium
into a fine dust
and then sprinkle it 
over your house
so that you stop complaining.

You might have to shovel your way out,
as if a big snow came along,
smoking it --
breathing it in all the time...
                   -- Hafiz


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