Sunday, May 16, 2021

48 toward the Omer

yesod shebmalkhut

The dog lays down on the dike.
It looks so good, I try it myself.
Do you need to be pet? I get asked.
Everyone laughs.

And in this hug,
here, by the bike,
I’m done worrying
about if I am wanted,
and our connection,
thus, is possible.

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