toward Jerusalem mothers with toddlersclinging to the hipholding sticky handssmoothing rumpled hairsoothing and coaxingshepherding toward Jerusalem old men with wooden canesstooped with the weightof years and wisdombringing with themmemories that span generationsremembering toward Jerusalem fathers with work-worn handsand care worn heartsthe weight of responsibilitywritten in canyonson their creased browleading toward Jerusalem young men, young womeneager […]

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If memories were sparrows…..playing with poetry

If memories were sparrows would they alight like brown and drifting leaves settled on thin bare branches align themselves on straight black wire in tight and tidy rows Or would they dive and swoop in silent aggregation black against the cloud-gray sky over a vacuous, empty space winging on until the weaker ones fail and […]

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