Walking through Jerusalem
There is nothing on the line
in this closed paved yard
but twelve white shirts
hung out to dry
whose long taut sleeves
stretch for the sun
and buttoned chests
puff up with wind.
Walking through Jerusalem
There is nothing on the line
in this closed paved yard
but twelve white shirts
hung out to dry
whose long taut sleeves
stretch for the sun
and buttoned chests
puff up with wind.