Saturday Poem / Pleasure Interruptus

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More than anything I want to write about pussy willows.

I bought four bundles from Whole Foods.

My granddaughter patted them all weekend.

 

But I have pleasure interruptus.

 

Offensively defensive Israelis

keep building settlements.

Righteous Presbyterians

threaten to boycott Israel.

In the Post-Gazette,

Mahmoud Abbas says no way

he will recognize Israel as a Jewish state.

On the radio,

an Irish-American journalist, who tried it,

says, Don’t wear a yarmulke in Sweden

if you don’t want to be pointed at,

laughed at,

have thugs get in your face.

 

So I look at my willows

and say to myself,

you are a fortunate person.

Israel, Presbyterians, Mahmoud Abbas, Sweden,

forget about it.

 

Then I walk outside

in my own neighborhood

and into a discussion

where someone I know is insisting

that the Jews killed Christ.

Jamie Benjamin

Jamie Benjamin, an addictions counselor in private practice, lives in Squirrel Hill. She is a member of the Informal Madwomen poetry workshop.


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