Wednesday, April 19, 2017

8 toward the Omer

chesed shebigvurah

My stomach constricts: the first bite of bagel
Let that love live under the surface, unrisen
Overflowing cups stain the skirts of white dresses
Rather walk through dunes than face the horizon
Narrow channels allow for cry out and respond
With vocal cords wide only soundless air comes
The cat pushes his body into the computer:
Zeke, carving a way through, if I’ll take it

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