HOW CALMING /TEL AVIV PARK BENCH POEM
How calming
The grass
The trees
The morning breeze
The single human souls
All around rushing to their destinations
Crowds.
I see across from me
A deep scarlet tree
Leaves bunched like grapevines.
The world is calm
I am calm
The world has its business
I go slowly to mine.
Happy days are here again.
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