Poesía
Summer in Gaza and New Jersey
with strawberry rivulets
of ice cream,
each a pink ribbon
she licked clean,
smacking.
The hot boardwalk
and alluring blue
urged her
to cross the sand
and enter buoyancy,
but
the cone was
a sudden funnel,
dripping dreams
of summer down her arm,
so
she chomped down
and the crunches oozed.
with a red she remembered
only from the roots
of lost teeth
and graveled knees.
Fingers sought the window,
its promise of blue—
then all
crumpled,
shuddering,
until dust upheld the sky,
dust and rubble,
settling.
The pressing concrete
and hollered prayers
in other rooms
hastened her to claw away
the gray world,
rise out of cement
and into Paradise,
but by then
her heart,
warm in its ribbed cave
within the outer caves
of missile-remodeled room
and smoldering neighborhood,
gave in to war,
so
she slumped down,
and prayed for pink.
S.A.R.
2014
