• Gary Hunter

On a Chance Meeting of Palestinian and Israeli - Aug. 27, 2021

I don’t speak your language

but can read your hand

when you place it on your heart

I hear the muffled screams

of your wounded and starving


You try to say my name

I’ll pretend it’s OK

and flash a weak smile

but my eyes will bear

distrust and hatred


we shake hands and sit

under silent moonlight

say nothing gaze up at

those million pricks of hope

that dance in the darkness


you say if a single star fell

on all the sins behind this war

burned them all away

do you think there’s a chance

we could start over?


I say yes but only if we spend

days tending to cuts made

to each other’s souls and

nights like this to truly

forgive and let go

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