"sabaka" poems
when i get older
i will have a small flat
on Rashi pinat Chernichovsky,
with a big black dog
in a red bandanna,
named Sabaka.
on hot August nights
we will walk to the beach,
i will watch the waves
and Sabaka will watch me,
smiling.
Or may be
I will buy a house in Ein Hod
With a stone fence
And a forged gate
And neglected garden.
I will feed four cats
Three mine and one
That always refuses to come in.
I will water my two roses
One red one white of course.
And take aimless walks
Every morning.
in October and January
i will scavenge through the little shops
for peculiar things
that i will bring
to faraway countries
where i'm needed.
and in March and September
i will take a taxi to the airport
to hug that special person
i will be listening to
and talking to
over a cup of coffee
that will last a week.
but the rest of the year
is silence.
Mar 13, 2022
Mar 13, 2022 at 4:37 PM UTC