by P. David Hornik (September 2015)
The dawn after the night you die
is peaceful as the dawn before that night.
Birds chatter the same way.
Your son and daughter,
who haven’t talked in years,
walk to a café
from the hospital.
Fine stars melt
in equable blue.
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P. David Hornik is a freelance writer and translator in Beersheva, Israel. In recent years his work appears especially on the PJ Media and Frontpage Magazine sites, and his book Choosing Life in Israel was published in 2013. He is also the author of a recently completed autobiography.
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