Deborah Bacharach



After a Week of Shots Fired, I Go to Services

Jesse with closed eyes and sway
Jesse with his long hair, feet bare
so young

Ufros aleino he sings
slowly like a quilt on the line

Ufros aleino we sing
holding the notes like the willow tree
holds the bank

Spread over us
I yearn to bring
the canopy
around my shoulders
sukkat shlomecha
the shelter of peace

I feel the dark settle in
I feel my breath sink into my hips
I feel my daughter lean
warm against my arm


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