Mango tree
with your cap and locks all
green
What secrets
do you hold?
What confessions
have you heard?
What handshakes
What kisses
What arguments
have you
witnessed?
What spirits
call out to to you from
a simpler if not
quieter
time?
When disease
was a greater threat than
distraction
When the yard
around the
Syngogu
was filled
with the calls and
the chatter
of the many
devout
the way the year
is now
filled
with the markers
of the many
departed
What manner of
historian
might you prove
to be
What insights might
you impart
to an interloper
like me?
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