Your hand reaching across
the table with a nomad's empty book,
you tried to write poems once
but used too many words. Do
you remember your puppet feet
dangling in mid-sentence? Your
face frozen with false smiles?

What happened to this country, my
oh my?
And why didn't anyone say the truth,
is it now too late?
Was no one listening in the winter
of our silence?
Did Moses not lead us
to the Promised Land?
Was it not here? Is it there?

Did milk and honey turn dark and foreboding with
every foot of ground taken by the desert
battle waged? Is there reminiscence in the air?

Are your people not my people?

~A

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