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I would Drink
At Isfahan we stopped at the coffeehouse for a drink,
hot tea, coffee, water pipe, what shall I drink?
The Sufi say distil the Qur’an in water for enlightenment,
where is your heaven that you may drink?
We sit in rapt attention while tales of Shahnameh are told,
but all hell breaks out when Ester walks by, her soul we drink.
Khorasan markets were fun today, so many trinkets bought.
Who knows if those laden camels had time to drink?
The vainglory of the tavern as we remake the world,
because he is downcast and dad Darius should not drink.
I sometimes wonder what matters to youth.
Of sipping, slurping and gulping, how do you drink?
My girl Kohinoor in my mind’s eye at the window I see,
my desire, she’s so far away, but her fruit I would drink.
©Paul Vincent Cannon