Literature and Poetry/
Lag Ba'omer

Leah Naor

Gathering Wood 

Here we gather wood

Here we gather wood

Let’s gather

If you wish

 

Every dry branch

Throw into a pile

Empty frames

It doesn’t matter what

 

Burnt matches

A broken pencil

A bad school report

And half a picture

 

Fear or pain

A bad mood

Have you got problems?

Throw it on the bonfire

 

An old broom

A round triangle

Don’t worry the fire

Will accept everything

 

If anything is left

Not on purpose

Lag Ba’Omer will come again

Next year

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