by P. David Hornik (May 2016)
When I see my laundry hang,
high on a roof
in Jerusalem blue,
I know my life, too,
will in the end be hung out to dry
in pure air near the sun.
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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. His autobiography, Destination Israel: Coming of Age and Finding Peace in the Middle East, is forthcoming this year from Liberty Island.
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