Kinneret
like Jesus
she walks on the sea
The violin lake plays
multiplication of loaves fishes
She waves at fisher(s of)men
primordial embattled
They gape at her magic
brown hair wind-whipped
bare body glorious in noonlight
She wonders about this return
recalls creeping from the sea
Stones and sand scrape Single
cells like herself merge
multiply transubstantiate
last time the Brazilian coast
now Galilee's shore
Storm clouds collect on the west bank
A ghost cello bellows below sheer cliff
She halts midstep on azure path
hears Bruch's Kol Nidrei
smiles enigmatically
a crossword with too many answers
she soars through the cosmos
to the source again
Ryfkah 7/24/02
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