Curses and Blessings
By Dvorah Telushkin
Hanging Cranberries
In the Sukkah—
Our Fall holy day,
Cement New York City courtyard,
“You f….cheap bastard…”
A shrill voice
From an anonymous window.
Reckless hatred.
“I’m slaving away all day!”
Cracking before the sentence ends.
“F ….you!”
Prickles of knives.
Icicles forming on our skin.
Venom that sucks the
Spirit of celebration.
Imagine, then, 7 days later,
Same cement courtyard,
While disassembling
The Sukkah,
A Chopin Sonata
Wafting from a higher window.
Playing on a piano.
Melodious and serene.
Ephemeral melody floating
Between the Bamboo roof.
Through twirling cardboard birds.
Royal Blue Stars of David,
Drifting into
And caressing, with unspoken wisdom,
Our hearts.
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