ISRAEL
Wind blows
Reeds bend
upon each other
comforting
Hard wind
Reeds press
share the warmth
and the ache
Away
a stray seed
grows a reed
that bends
and breaks
alone
now a stick
sharp
With time it grows
grows to bend
perhaps to break
perhaps to ache
Again
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