First Night Of Chanukah Poem by Matt Greenblatt

First Night Of Chanukah



It's not the lights that I remember
They burnt throught the night without warmth
The intricate stitching of the dog's argile sweater
But rather the blackness of December
And the air, thin and merry as a blade
It sliced with every crackle
Of the water's freeze

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Matt Greenblatt

Matt Greenblatt

Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, USA
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