Tuesday, August 26, 2008
Poetry Fusillade, pt 19: 41 Down
Doing the crossword
On a plane
I cannot remember
"Musician Perleman's first name."
Out my window, West Texas
Hills, rocks, groves of trees-
Israel below me, dust and olives,
And where a river used to be.
He sent them out with just a robe
Seventy men, walking below
Into a rock-strewn village
With nothing but faith.
Itzhak.
