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Forlorn Feline

by Roy Runds

A poor stray pussycat

fur filthy, bedraggled

tail missing

displaying ugly gashes

shivers in the dusk.

Hungry

lonely

he whimpers and yowls

outside a shuttered window

emitting enticing aromas

of a festive meal.

His frantic cry is answered by

a well-aimed old boot.

Feast days are for the faithful,

not for strays.

The Harp

by Anna Banasiak

In memory of A. J. Heschel

Jerusalem

I hear the yearning in your voice

Rashi’s commentaries are hidden in

the rustle of trees

The stones are full of mystical light

Music seeps in the garden of sounds

The Psalms of david echo eternity

In the shadows of the past

I find the promise

of peace

The harp drowns out
The cry of war