Chaim ben Avram is a writer from Philadelphia. He currently lives, writes, and teaches in Honolulu, Hawai’i.
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There is a ferry in my head twice damned—
two fronts, two worlds,
it snows.
A pogrom is nearby
& land
grown down in snow,
unutterable snow.
The feel that snow whistles our parents’ names—
wind it welts and cools each blind blow,
as moon
touched to the river’s quivering lip
retreats airless,
dark.
On the deck, the minyan conspires
to smother the Rebbe—
his trilled prayer, the water we cross