This year I want to dip apples in saltwater
I want to spread honey on my wounds
How does one forgive
the sting of alienation?
How does one atone
for the sin of despair?
How can one ram’s horn
open the gates of heaven,
when 500,000 vuvuzelas
fail to stop the moon set
over the Ayalon highway?
How does one sanctify Tishrei’s New Moon
when there is nothing new,
nothing new under the sun?
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