Gently Something stirs Something warms My soul Like two soft hands Holding my heart It makes me smile It fills my being Like the permeating Temperance of A perfect spring day
Faces pass obscured unrecognized Eyes my eyes gaze down at the sidewalk made of brick patterns tar, gum and reffuse Do i know you? passing faces? You look once and keep on going
a sad figure is cut on the sidewalk by an unjewish man with a jewish name his own shadow stares up at him watching his shoulders slump as his words of denial and bitterness