Sand Bar
Two nights ago,
You and I, Jews of Brooklyn and St. Louis heritage,
Sat outdoors, having a late-evening Seder
At Chocolada, in downtown Hollywood, Florida,
Listening to Martín Loza
Pluck, pick, and strum the strings of his classical guitar,
As he serenaded the two of us,
In our unorthodox celebration of Passover.
Yesterday afternoon,
Down by the ocean's white shoreline,
We concluded our passage from Pharaoh's bondage,
By wading hundreds of feet out, on a sand bar,
The tiny, feisty, interweaving combers
Barely reaching our kneecaps.
Crossing the Sea of Reeds, hand clasping hand,
We basked in the freedom that love delivers.
04/20/11
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