Empty
I don’t want to see
what spilled out,
blue clay jug of dreams
toppled at the head of his pallet
found at dawn,
every drop of future
gone.
Credit
Copyright © 2022 by Naomi Shihab Nye. Used with permission of the author.
Author
Naomi Shihab Nye
Naomi Shihab Nye
Naomi Shihab Nye gives voice to her experience as an Arab-American through poems about heritage and peace that overflow with a humanitarian spirit.
Date Published
02/03/2022