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Yehuda Amichai is pondering a cracked
ancient Jerusalem stone with his fingers—
no point in appeasing a stone, he whispers
as he rubs the obstinate,
light-lifting indentation
that punctuates its forehead—
Do stones have wombs, he wonders? Or can they be
sculpted into nests for birds?
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