Ruth Fogelman Poems

At a tiny stall in an Old City alley,
your feet resting on the pedal of your sewing machine,
you sit, day after day, surrounded by sneakers, boots,
sandals, suit jackets and jeans.
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Though you're irritated, frustrated, your emotions raw,
grabbing your jacket and keys in your hand -
don't slam the door!
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A hundred shofars sound at the Western Wall
At dawn, and in the crevices, white doves
Flutter their wings and softly coo, and all
The people stand, their thoughts with God above.
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While light streams down from the mountain peak
washing the valley bright green,
and a bird with luminescent wings
circles above sheep that graze below,
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