Jerusalem, or: Anywhere

A Descort Poem The wind rattles hilly Jerusalem. Though Papa loved its hills, he is not in the rattling wind. Pedestrians walk; bikers ride; and drivers drive up and down Jerusalem’s renowned hills entirely unaware that he once lived… here. I do not believe he is floating around windy Jerusalem. Or anywhere. Eschewing unreason, my […]

Jerusalem, or: Anywhere

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