IN THE EARLY SHABBAT MORNING WALK AROUND THE BLOCK
In the early Shabbat morning walk around the block
On streets Rabbi Meir to Ben Gamzu and then Dostai
A feast of green
Oaks, Jerusalem pines, cypress, date-palm, olive
Other trees whose names I will never know-
A simple neighborhood contains more treasures
Than my mind can possibly define and enumerate
So rich and beautiful –
How blessed to be able to walk here still
My eyes cannot contend with all the treasures given me as I happily go by them.
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