Oh daughters of Jerusalem,
Give me today
My daily split infinitive
That I may speak about over
Dark coffee, sitting at dark benches
Hall-style
Oh daughters of Jerusalem
Give me today
My heavy expletive
That I may chuckle head tilted back
And brush it off with a hand gesture
Cutting through the thick fog of
Derision
Oh daughters of Jerusalem
Give me a moment or a lifetime
Of your speeches and soliloquies
as I listen and watch, through a glass,
darkly.
