Israeli Morning
On us the fervent sun set on my 6 weeks of edenic knowing the eastern loss of our new mourning, a disc eclipsed by the Mount of Gilboa (the place of ancient dying– that of Saul, not Ruth) you and I sharing of the M’sheekha, of liberation and rebirth, but our friendship closing, lost in wine and straw in the shallow draw above Kibbutz Sde Nahum ——–a temptation lurked, a warm drink, and a bedded look– thankfully not to take; In the last night for the...
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