A Sunday away

After many seasons
living between the utterly
mundane
and utterly murderous,
between so many
healings
and so much dis-ease,
between a palmful
of wins and
continents
of loss,
between one step forward
and.. well..
one could be tempted
to say it back:
“How I have longed
to eat this Passover
with you ….”
It would not mean the same
(of course; it couldn’t),
yet one recognizes
something
of the Longing
and welcomes a rolling away
here, too.
❤️
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