Borders and Boarders
On the fourth of July and the third and the fifth
we think about borders and boarders how funny
inhuman really that we are separate from each other we
who look the way our ancestors looked or we don't I know I
don't look like any ancestor I ever saw I hope
a Mongol poet passed through the village where an ancestor of mine lived
and then she loved him we make up borders our own
funny walls this morning Syrian refugees asked to go to Israel
fleeing Assad they wanted Israeli soldiers to protect them ironies
of history over and over and then they could be safer for a while
a Syrian poet there are many Syrian poets could fall
in love for a while anyway with the soldier's sister and then there would be
a boy or a girl from the time when there were no borders
from a time when there was even a little love.