From a couple of years ago.

That Friday evening

as we walked

out of Eitz Chayim

into the fresh-fallen
Cambridge dusk,


a friendly fellow

on his bicycle

sped up to us

(he knew our faces


from the services
just ended) and
launched a blessing


warm and precious
as a June bride's kiss:
"Shabbat shalom!"

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Written on 2020-07-13 at 01:07

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bibek adhikari The PoetBay support member heart!
You've caught that moment in the poem. Kudos!