been knocking at your door for-tea five minutes
breaking to stand back look up squinting
through the sun glare on your window
is there movement
were you expecting me
there's a cold breeze marks the hour
and a church bell
only part of the scene
more normal than the muezzin
calling someone - not i, not you
there's a bar not far off
warmest place to pray
"if only"
next year in jerusalem.
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