Eli Spivakovsky

Ice ribbons around icebergs: a calendar to date it with
and star-tipped
and snow-capped
and split clouds of cumulonimbus
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Jerusalem
there are crystals coming out of the sky
the same shape as honeycomb
there's an electro-trance band playing
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Your Pacific urges,
crack through old technology
marine-drenched cables
and the international telephonic corridors
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Dudaim, they're Biblical:

‘Violets' or ‘Mandrakes'.
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The stream dances
and glistens in the wild turquoise air
It twists like part of a woman body's back and forth
in and out
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rose-candy on our tongues
where did you go?
sparkle on my finger
where are you?
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Little
lass with fin's
stuck
on her back like a tattoo
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(for his birthday)

My brother, Cain
I bring sweet harvests for you
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High in caleum
the
dome-shaped sky finds you
I am with you
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Come with me, I know the Tsunami made you leave your room, your home, stumbling outside, the air pungent, the sky dazzling, the light hitting your pupils which are so small they nearly disappeared inside your eyes. And the panic and the heat and the chaos and you run, you run towards a forest and then collapse under some strong trees.
The water didn't subside for weeks, and you were left by yourself in that forest where you saw a flight of black-winged kites and asked them if you could join their family. Your own family had drowned or had to flee, you don't know where they are, and they don't know where you are. Poor Hikikomori, you've disappeared twice.
The Sun finds your skin and warms it with its solar winds. Caressing you, your long, uncut black hair almost changing it to dark brown in the sunlight. Come with me, Hikikomori, let us find some peaches in your neighbour's garden, they will taste like ambrosia to you.
'Let's walk down the avenue of sakura, you missed these cherry blossoms for so many years, so for so many years you were cursed to have a bad year, now they are covering their petals from you, but they know you're there, it's Summer and soon the rest of the birds will return.'
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Kingly swift skies
caught on the wing of a dove
tuft to tuft
a diamond bird with smooth, soft hexagrams
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I ate the spiders:
'Spud' and 'granite'
named by kids
I ate 'granite' first and they tasted like asashi (insects)
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i held the Torah on my way there
It survived deep space
first mate gets it on the way back
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i stuck the boy's drawing under my helmet with my wandering jew seed
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Dedicated to the astronaut Ilan Ramon
Green as green was first invented
Blue as blue
was first suggested,
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dreams rebuffed and re-shone
a
colour-beam of light
a
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flowers tinkle their petals off
angels flap their wings slowly
sunbeams bounce back to the sun
I rustle my pillow in your serene absence
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flowers close-up their petals
miles of flowers
all cold now
my windows
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Touch me gently
No, more gently than that
touch me like you were a swan
who has just waited, in a garden
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A caleum of gold and white
sweet reefs of sparkling pink flowers
cerulean blue skies of sunbeams
floating in laps
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