A young woman with blond hair Tied in a ponytail Wearing jeans and a sweater Hums a song to herself While she brushes off shards Of shattered glass from what was Once a window overlooking The destruction across the street. The shards fall inward onto the floor. Tanks roll by in the street below Clinking like a xylophone out of tune. She notices a sniper take up position Across the way. He checks his crosshairs. As I sit at the kitchen table in front of a screen On the other side of the world Suddenly it’s very important to me To hear the words she is humming Even though I don’t understand them.
Israel, February 27, 2022
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…was born in Columbus Ohio, USA, in 1947. He graduated from Ohio State University with a BA in Psychology. He served in both the US Army and the Israeli Defense Forces. Mike moved to Israel in 1978 and lives in Raanana. He has self-published eight books of poetry. Mike is married to Talma. They have 3 sons and 8 grandchildren.