Abu Tor

November 19, 2019 § Leave a comment

On a frosty Shabbos noon
you go to the Arab park.
Today the Arabs are resting.

A French couple sit at opposite ends of the park
each explaining the other away
on ice-thin phones.

Their children tumble and climb unwatched.
Every swing is tried and tested.

The couple do not allow their eyes to wander to each other
but the November air is full of hostility
and hope.

XVI

November 12, 2019 § Leave a comment

Windy old Jerusalem

My first and last love

My forever home-

Do I live in you,

or you, my love, in me?

Where Am I?

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