Rabbi waves good-bye; street lights, like halos, cast sidelong shadows against the Spanish moss swaying in warm evening of late July.
Voices fall away; moonlight lingers, follows me down the broken cobblestone path.
Last Shabbat; shadows cast against my face. I turn and wave good-bye.
Jenny W. Andrews copyright 2022
This poem is from my poetry book “Spaces Between the Pause.” It is available on Amazon Books. I haven’t yet put it on Kindle.
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