SHANNON BRAMER
The following is the poem that was originally published on page 5 of Issue 28.1.
THE FATHER-DAUGHTER DANCE
by
shannon bramer
in memory of Yehuda Amichai
Yehuda is mine. Tears
piggyback words like a small girl
carried uphill by her father.
In Yemin, Moshe
Yehuda is dying. Leaving me
the way they all do, with
the same excuse:
I thought it was love
but it was cancer
Cancer the benign flower
I pinned to your lapel. Cancer
the lily corsage that withered
on my wrist.
Yehuda, be honest.
If I come to Jerusalem,
will you still take me
to the Father-Daughter
dance?
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