Tuesday, August 30, 2005

broken glass

She clapped her hands when she saw my state:

"Drunk again, and all repentance broken!"

Repentance, like glass, is so hard to make

But once made, so easy to break.

#289: From Rumi's Kolliyaat-e Shams-e Tabrizi

Search word: hand

My back aches
and I seem to have lost
my hands.

Wise plans
and good intentions
fly out the door.

No more
neatly ironed sentences,
no more.


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