grandpa planted me in olive groves


you know…i

still look for you

grandpa and

startle

into

soft familiar 

places 

every

time i see

ashkenazi eyes…

..for

one startling moment i

become a small dove wanting

to nestle in olive

groves

because 

once upon my childhood…

you were there 

planting me like tiny trees  in

downy  blankets … 

your  soft winds rocking  me to sleep

I still look

for you grandpa …

…still

hear your

heartbeat in olive groves ..

still feel 

your shalom in gentle breezes

still think of you on

Shabbat…

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