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On the holiest day we fast till sundown.
I watch the sun stand still
as the horizon edges towards it. Four hours to go.
The rabbi’s mouth opens and closes and opens.
I think: fish
and little steaming…
Contributor:
Chana Bloch
Places:
Berkeley, United States of America
Date:
1981