Two Poets In A Garden

for Glen, in appreciation The two poets sat under the shade of a maple tree. One was reading over and over the same poem of Hafez. His voice was tied in knots. "Why, why doesn't it ascend? " he thought. The other poet had closed his book. He smiled as he watched a sparrow hop and fly from lower branches to higher branches of the maple. Would he reach the sun-branch before dark? "Come, my friend, " he said suddenly. "Let's walk in the garden, until we find a door that admits both of us to the precincts of Paradise."