Zac By Eli Spivakovsky, Rabbi Kohn, Bram Presser Poem by Eli Spivakovsky

I scouted you
just before the bell rang
My heart
was beating
down the door
We'd almost figured it out
Were lying down on our backs
In the city where I meet you
watching the doves
fly
back to their homes
With our eyes I watch you
with our eyes I miss you
scholastic dreams
I fell asleep in class
I dreamt I was in a field
we walk there afterwards
I can't
hear
you propose
you use your softest voice
but I can hear their flight
Back in class
you take the paper
we're trapped
preparation for a life I'll never lead
but you're in it
and we know where the doves live
let's fly over the fields
and piece it back together
I've forgotten the sound of your voice.