Granpa planted me in olive groves


you know…i
still look for you
granpa 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

still 

look for you granpa …

still

hear your
heartbeat in olive groves ..

still

feel your shalom in gentle breezes…

still think of you on Shabbat

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