Expelled

Lying in bed during the long
foreign nights, I dwell on you,
Tel Aviv, and my marvelous
terrible life with you and then


from the threshold of a dark abyss
I hear as through a stethoscope my poems
beating like trapped birds inside
your asphalt  heart.  I cry, dry eyed
for the two of us, two lovers expelled
from the ends of the west
to the ends of the east.

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