Posted on March 4, 2012 by Shanee Michaelson
tribute to Yehuda Amichai
calm, like the stillness after rain
with eyes like lonely lilies
your laughter and speech are ancient fashions
from a book of other things.
you are wonderful like horoscopes
that never come true.
I can find the brightest star
with your fingers, strong and broken.
there is so much hiding there,
and at night
you keep that tired heavy kingdom