No Postage Necessary

Dear Khwāja Shams-ud-Dīn Muḥammad Ḥāfeẓ-e Shīrāzī,

I’ve never been one for fan mail, but

I just wanted, no, had

to write a thank you.

If you are ever

in this neck of the woods,

feel free to pop by.

I would be delighted

to brew a pot

of loose tea,

honey.

We could curl up

in the hammock,

singing Love

in harmony,

till the leaves

become wine,

the sun bows

to the moon,

and we all have a dance round the fire.

I’m not really one for fan mail,

but I really just had to write.