The Judean date palm lives in Ketura.
After 2,000 years, that’s pretty good. In fact, it’s become a father. It really Helps the entire neighborhood. He has some flowers, and his pollen is good, And his cousins live in the Jordan Valley, Each date has its own wrinkles, its own Sugar, the tree in its own alley, The alley in its own orchard, the fruit In England and in Saxony. Sweetness rises from the earth, It drifts across to Ptolemy, Greek islands, the Aegean Sea, Across Crusader battlements, Where the foul air snuffs out flame. The spiders flutter filaments And float into the sky, and beetles Steer by the Milky Way, And find the strung-out traveler In a shanty in Bombay.
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