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Read a story about Yitzhak Rabin's granddaughter clashing with a right-wing protester and then happened to read this line from Shakespeare's Julius Caesar: "Here was a Caesar, when comes such another?"
It is the blue dress, The graceful glide. A reflex smile as I go to greet her. The pillar parts, To reveal hay hair, framed in dark, After a flood of desert sun. We talk, I articulate in two languages, and listen, A flowchart of thoughts…
A black whole Food and sleep, random acts Smashed paving stones of memory Family calls leave her in tears Tales of grandchildren not received Marbles out of the bag
Who are you with? My coffee. Alone. I unbecome as I'm watched. Unease masked with a smile. The ease, to lie, to one's child. Restored , I'm transformed, a phantom love.
Wispy and bright, a smile that adds to the heat, and melts. You discuss your day, inconsequential, with laughter, I listen, to you, my heart, my racing mind.
If mankind is ingenious enough to create a real-time system that can shoot down missiles traveling at 2,400km/ hour, why can’t such creativity be used to solve a conflict that has been ongoing for 100 years?
I wake at one and at two-forty Someone 50km away has got my attention Mum! The search for slippers, the hurried scramble As we close the metal door A thud, then another The return to bed is slower, more measured And so it goes.