Chris

Here he still sits,
long-legged,
with his foreigness,
to all of us;
the loudness
of the household,
his to maintain,
even after
just three beers,
even when
no longer here.

Chris Bell b.1961 d.2009
Nezer Sereni, Israel . . .

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Distances

awake at 3.30
where you sleep
writing at 5.30
here in the east
to the wired hum
of the ceiling fan
my breath circulates
as pre-planned
to assist my sleep
in this Israeli heat
which at midday
will force my retreat
but now disturbed
by my body . . .

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