A Rusiyeh Is Coming

A Rusiyeh is coming
in bubbe’s knish
slim prayers are smiling
against morning fish

The Moshiach is coming
in marketplace pans
all set to sizzle
in bialy soft hands

The Rebbe is coming
in Shloymele’s hair
good thing his peyes
are corn light and fair

The Toyrah is coming
my chazan keeps slipping
our gabbi is drenched
the bima keeps dripping

The loshn is coming
with allemann feeling
telling tales of shlimazls
in a poor house appealing

And this warfare did come
in life’s humble breathe
in denial of nature
in disruption of Death

Where Am I?

Where am I?

In a haven today,
art along these silent walls,
books by my feet,
organized.

Where am I?

In a haven today,
music on the clock radio dust,
a sleepy view
of a sleeping street.

Where am I?

In a haven today,
coloring in my family lyric,
a small thump
of a consistent heart.

Where am I?

In a haven today,
winds beat away
at windows I open
close them myself.

Common Sense (’16)

Give a chance.
Give a hope.
Give a prayer.
Give a rope?

Give a heart.
Give a hat.
Give a speech.
Give a bat?

Give a hug.
Give a kiss.
Give a smile.
Give a hiss?

Give a shake.
Give a wave.
Give a towel.
Give a knave?

Give it time.
Give it thought.
Give it meaning.
Give it nought?

I gave a chance.
I gave a hope.
I gave a prayer.
I got a dope.