by Jeffrey Alfier

    ________________-- for Lilia Osadchey

    Tel Aviv -- harbor of re-gathering
    for a vision torn from the sleep of God,
    encoring from the sea the ships laden
    with the cedars of Solomon's Temple.
    But a man wielding divine forgery
    attempts passage to Paradise with blood,
    just to turn children out of the harbor.
    Today your mother's eyes beheld your shroud --
    like black sails just cresting the horizon,
    always in sight of acacia blossoms.


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