Two more poems by Baila Ellenbogen
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Thread You
The pastel snow
that never darkens
in the suburbs
plumbs sound out of night:
an errant plow,
rerun siren. Read on…
Thread You
The pastel snow
that never darkens
in the suburbs
plumbs sound out of night:
an errant plow,
rerun siren. Read on…
My Sabbath Ends Earlier Than Yours
My Sabbath ends earlier than yours.
Faith leaks from the seams; before sundown,
the seventh day has become the same
as the sixth. It is like falling out of love,
God’s glamour dissolves into the walls
of the house, the trees on the lawn, Read on…