A DAY THAT NEVER ENDS
Winter arrived early this year—the days
should be growing shorter.
I’m cold, wearing the navy-blue suit
I wore at my wedding celebration.
I keep looking at the Ketubah
hanging on the wall of my bedroom
and checked out every day (just to keep the peace).
I can still hear the beat of the Klezmer band
that no one else can hear, playing the music
for us all to dance the Hora.
I keep looking at my watch, waiting for a bus marked:
Out of Service.
The sun never seems to set.