Jerusalem – Sand Storm

Out of Africa, it comes

Roiling, broiling, swirling sand

Biting, grinding, pounding sandwind

The sound it makes!

Swirling, swirling, oh God

See children, the Western Wall, thru the haze

See children, the Tower of David, thru the daze.

We escape to a shuttered café where

the kindest young Israeli

brings damp towels

to wipe the children’s hands and faces.

Respite and coffee

Respite and pastry.

Then out again

into the swirling sand

sand                 sand

sand                 sand

sa                     sa                     sa

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