Sensory Agency

knit of a rental car, bleary pubescent eyes

and crawling up Kvish Shesh

beats the Ayalon at this hour

heat seeping through the window

while we steam:

“Yalla! Kol ha’aretz pkakim!”

blame the jet lag & turn on Galgalatz

classics till Dor Alon in the Krayot

to stretch legs and cradle feet in Neviot,

survey the vermilion vortex out of boredom.

it’s not too late

at 10PM to get lost in Safta’s hugs

her purring uvular amid the library of nine decades

the well-worn valve radio

the sweaty propinquity of sleep.

the almond fruits and sun shines gold on

“my-house-yea-before-the-Golan”

with the fig tree we frolic beneath

crack pine nuts on sienna-caked clinkers

we’ll head Emek-ward now for spices

by buzzing roadside thistle rove

roman ruin and orange grove

say love comes not in bigger slices

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