Granpa planted me


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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