Goats Do Roam Poem by gershon hepner
Goats Do Roam
Goats do roam, and while they do,
destroy the vegetation.
Roaming with my mind, I view
Rome's debris with elation,
and hope to see, where foxes roam,
Aqiba's site of laughter,
where, once we have removed a dome,
God's House will rise soon after.
Inspired by the name of a South African Rose wine that Linda and I observed this afternoon at the cafe of the Morgan Library, Goats Do Roam.
11/17/08
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