trudging the realm of identity.
Wacha, my ancestors, it is your
ash and manna that intimately
unveil the words of Torah.
I open my eyes, eagerness still
shines through. Fig, almond
in bloom. Curled at the edge
of my bustan, a starved soul
full of fragrance, so pretty!
(c)Michal Mahgerefteh 2009
from In My Bustan [In My Garden]
Poetica Publishing Company, Norfolk, VA
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