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Jerusalem post card september 2006

dawn soft naked lavender jasmine breath spills in and out

chicken rhythms, white stony barely hills barely green— where green, dark green, dusted except this willow dripping first light



across warty browning vineyard, beyond utility tower lines, across the highway, the crest of Jonn’s wilderness hill—reforested, headlights, red roofs, water tanks.

in the morning for hours rising up like a wall— chicken voices startled to be alive again white and red in cinder block rows like the crowd of ghosts here—not unfriendly— just many, just preoccupied with one life that ended

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