Lilypads drifting like humans in this bluish-green marble of a world
Inner workings concealed but known, yet we know absolutely nothing
Flowing circle of life means death, birth, life, but what's it all for?
Every life, I've come to understand, is nothing but a dream
Posted in response to the challenge Acrostic.
The East Wind is a rabbi in a darkened shul. He sits pored over the Torah scroll long into the night, his back bent like a cane. People come and go and come again, whispering prayers for the needy, the hungry, the sick.
my walk home.
the 4 p.m. sunset already lighting the shamash on the horizon,
melting the mountains like orange wax.
lunch with my friends, onion rings & coconut yogurt
I walk home wearing twin braids with bows
and a big smile because I'm wishing for snow.
Snow like a blanket, thick and white,
I want it to fall all through the night -
to cover the roads and the trees and the hills,
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