ISSUE: Spring 2016
Has there ever been a group of agnostics so intent
upon meaning
in every car door shutting
in the cold, each turn
of a leaf as it descends.
Do they believe
more than us, dozing off
in the back of the synagogue?
Has there ever been a group of agnostics so intent
upon meaning
in every car door shutting
in the cold, each turn
of a leaf as it descends.
Do they believe
more than us, dozing off
in the back of the synagogue?