Monday, April 6, 2015

2 toward the Omer

gevurah shebchesed

When walking
the other
direction earlier
today I'd
told the
man selling
papers whom
I'd befriended
last Shabbat

that I
would return
but then
he'd asked
me and
my friend
if we'd
mind some
kisses giving

as his
reason that
he was
French and
we had
declined in
no uncertain
terms and
I hadn't

meant to
avoid him
coming back
but I'm
walking down
the sidewalk
across the
street from
where he's

still standing,
and I
call to
him but
he doesn't
hear me
so now
I have
to decide

whether or
not to
cross over
and there's
the question
and the
cars between
the two
of us--

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