March 31, 2015 § Leave a comment

And from the fire

Savta Sara’s matzo men

with raisin eyes, and unraised hands


and I won’t forget the hum of the road inside the glass;

seven windows at the front of the house

and four children’s shuttered lives


not enough for me to pass over

through, or under.

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