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?