The branches got tangled in the wind.
Someone tried to fill a bottle
With red light and with green light.
Each truck opened its throttle
And pressed against the other. Some
People shine everywhere,
Except the abdomen or foot,
Which is dull black, you stare
Into nothingness there. And if
You never lit one fire that lit
A young face, your city will
Fall, with those who sought its respite.
But if you lit one country road,
Maybe that became your only
Road, it became your home,
The man across the field was lonely,
The scent of your apple orchard
Will reach the neighboring town, the news
Will reach Ushuaia, even if
You closed your eyes to Betelgeuse.
Yaacov David Shulman