Wednesday, November 21, 2018

I'm floating and flying high
in my bed against the wall
performing my one may show
in the light and the shadows

and then I dream that I'm from
an African tribe, in Kenya, and
amidst the dancing crowd my
mother awaits to embrace me

joyously engulfing me in love,
she steps back, to see a pale
rail thin, little Jewish boy from
Queens, New York, USA, and

I awaken and question home.

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