the kibbutz the homes people had made
more profoundly than anywhere else
this was still the time of displaced persons
I remember the kibbutz
the homes people had made
I remember so
it was the orange blossom
wonderful smell of orange blossom
the homes people had made
more profoundly I had tears
it was this orange blossom
dominating I remember
smell of orange blossom
Welcome to Israel
Mary Goldberg: an arrival, Israel
2007
Morris Feinmann Home,
Monday, 20 April 2009
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