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Seasons of the Moon Poetry


It never rains in Angel City,
Just a thin and yellow mist,
that settles like uranium
over the parking lot.

With check-out carts that were pushed
around by one too many stars.
Inside they're wrapping plastic fruit
sprayed five minutes on the hour.
And everyone's wearing
industrial smiles
(that were)
carved from lonely hearts.

I once had a recurring nightmare
where all my cards were gone.
It was my turn at the check-out
-- I confessed I couldn't pay
They all turned and stared
And no one told me to
Have a nice day.

This poem originally appeared in SEASONS OF THE MOON for Tammuz 5758.
Written by Rabbi Yaakov Asher Sinclair.
General Editor: Rabbi Moshe Newman.
HTML Design: Michael B. Treblow

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