remember you are dust
ashes fell, awkwardly onto our
nose
glasses
eye lashes
smudge our foreheads
prompting curious glances,
comments in the grocery store
ashes gave way to a
seasonal giving up
ashes washed away
still mark us for a season
until, awkwardly,
we try to sing and walk while
waving palm leaves
the season, begun with ashes
(our own mortality)
now rushes toward our G-d's
death ~
divine mortality recalling our own,
ashes mingling with tears.
trying to pay attention to what's going on in the world around me
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