Am I alive…

Sometimes

you need to put

your hand

into the fire,

again,

to remind yourself that it’s

hot

and it’s always been

that way.

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Who becomes a neighbor…

They say a neighbor should be one; not borrowing,

gossiping, coveting what’s seen through the window,

lusting for greener grass; we sit in our windows and look

out at our world, wondering if he will curb his dog,

hiding from her, overhearing raised voices, again,

the widow’s window with Christmas decorations in June

because she’s still remembering, but this is not all

there is to the world because the rabbi asked who became a

neighbor, not who lived close enough to be like us already.