Rosh Hashanah

09/26 – this poem is for all my Jewish friends:

Just before the sun crashed in the west,

a distance horn floated

through trees we did not plant,

summoning Fort Jackson’s troops to mess.

My ribs ached from a forgotten injury

and I had a strange craving for apple sauce.

I resisted its sweetness,

reaffirmed my keto diet,

and accepted responsibility for my life.

Today, I may buy a honeyed cake to share,

throw bread crumbs to the fish

while Streisand cantors classic love.

9-26-22