Sacrilege
A flowering tree
And, there, windblown, among the blossoms,
Snagged,
A plastic shopping bag
A tag
of desecration
against the G-d of all creation.
Must this be?
And, there, windblown, among the blossoms,
Snagged,
A plastic shopping bag
A tag
of desecration
against the G-d of all creation.
Must this be?
Labels: My poems
posted by Shira Salamone at 7:13 PM
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