"Refugee
not always
once a confident schoolboy
strolling Jerusalem streets
 He knew the alleyways
spoke to stones
All his life he would pick up stones
and pocket them
On some he drew
faces
What do we say in the wake of one
who was always homesick?
Are you home now?
Is Palestine peaceful in some dimension
we can't see?
Do Jews and Arabs share the table?
Is holy in the middle?"
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