After the Rain

Jane Hirshfield Jasmine
Almost the twenty-first century —
how quickly the thought will grow dated,
even quaint.
Our hopes, our future,
will pass like the hopes and futures of others.
And all our anxieties and terrors,
nights of sleeplessness,
will appear then as they truly are —
Stumbling, delirious bees in the tea scent of jasmine.

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