In the ice sculpture
reflected bar mitzvah guests
nosh on chopped liver
The sparkling blue sea
beckons me to wait one hour
after my sandwich
Cherry blossoms bloom.
Sure, it's beautiful, but is
it good for the Jews?
Is one Nobel Prize
so much to ask from a child
after all I've done?
Monarch butterfly,
I know your name used to be
Caterpillarstein.
Five thousand years a
wandering people – then we
found the cabanas.
How soft the petals
of the flower arrangement
I have just stolen.
Enough already.
Would it kill you to buy a
copy of the book?
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