That Friday Night

the happy bicyclist
whizzed past us
and having

recognized us

from the services

just ended


he shouted a blessing
into the fresh-fallen
Cambridge dusk
warm and gentle
as a June bride's kiss: 

"Shabbat shalom!"

Poetry by Thomas DeFreitas The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2018-11-27 at 10:08

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Rob Graber
A beautiful moment beautifully shared!

Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Very nice.