greetings, salutations, hello and thank goodness it's friday.
please take a look at the following poem:


Elie: Thu May 05, 2005 1:16 am posted his piece: Dust

"Dust lingers on my poems of old,
im tired of waiting for reply.
Kept in the dark and growing cold,
please shed some light and tell me why. "

I'd like to connect it to several things running through my mind at the moment.
One of which are the attacks in London.
The attacks in Israel where dust is constant and I can only imagine wisps at night as 100 degree heat subsides.
Think of all those moments where our personal dust has setteled on old memories and we are tired of waiting for the time to make things less than what we thought of them.

Think of all the times we've wondered when will we leave 'the dark' whither that be mental or physical.


I can't help but feel for those people overseas, if it's Israel or London, Ireland, at this point it doesn't matter whose politics, but the fact that we as people, as humanity, are killing each other.
I remember last summer I had a summer school classmate whose boyfriend was overseas. There is the former barista at the Bowery Poetry Club, her sister is overseas.
Yesterday the car up ahead had one of those magnets -ya know the yellow ones 'support our troops'-except this one was black and had POW and MIA and I can only assume that it their children or family are overseas.
I can't for the day I can send those magnets into the ocean so they too can be sent overseas.
Shabbat Shalom.