In a Highrise in Kiryat Motzkin

Between us
is only the wind –

Outside your childhood bedroom
In the ruins of Akko
On the dusty cosmopolitan hilltops –

So much I wish I could say
for the thanks I feel for you,
How far I’ve had to come
to sit for a few moments in your home
listening to the breeze of the coming rain storm
through the wooden window scaffolds.

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