Feeding Holy Cats – a Few Poems For and From Israel

Waiting for a Taxi in Jerusalem

You can see your entire life
drive before your eyes

Medical Advice From Religious Lady

They should play harps
instead of using Prozac
says the woman at the Biblical Harp Store
I suppose at the Prozac store
they don’t speak too highly of Biblical Harps either

At the Kotel

Bushes emerge from the Western Wall
One wonders if Herod was a gardener

I daven on the men’s side
Egalitarianism hasn’t reached the Old City

Paper yarmulke on my head
Right hand touching Roman stone

I say all the words I can remember
A boy becomes bar mitzvah behind me

We finish at the same time
Back away, the Wall gets bigger

The sun melts winter away
Lights up the wall

Once again
Jerusalem of Gold

Feeding Holy Cats

I’ve fed half the cats in the Negev Desert today
I’ll get the rest tomorrow

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