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such tender ghosts with their small hands reaching
into bowls and baskets, so much that’s wrapped in shine
even in the rain, even after disaster, even as the adults
bury the dead one by one. the tender ghosts are under
the radar, are small and walk with aw-shucks glide,
shy at the strangers’ doors, shy before the flickering mouths
of jack-o-lanterns, shy beneath the torched maples
making an inferno of despair, letting the smoke-
gray of the skies carry it off for another day, so that
the beautiful legs of the very young continue to carry them
around corners where they still anticipate
one more wonderful thing
October 31, 2018
Copyright 2018 Sharon Fagan McDermott
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I love the artwork attached here. It’s so beautiful and the translations “the fruit of a righteous man,” “a desire fulfilled,” and “a healing tongue” (especially this last one, as I am a writer–) deeply touches me. The Jewish faith is such a wonderfully deep and connected faith. Thank you, Vox Populi!
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Thank you, Sharon!
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