A Poet's Dying Breath
Thursday, October 6, 2011
Mezuzah
I touched the mezuzah
In the Holocaust museum.
Two days ago.
Why do I still feel it
On my fingertips?
Why can I still feel
The weight of time
And sorrow
And tradition
Brushing up against
The gentle skin?
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