Log Cabin Chronicles
Sea Squill Bulbs
ELISHA PORAT
For Ward Kelley
On Memorial Day I kneel to plant sea squill bulbs in pots, to place on the cement surfaces in the small military section. And when they peek at me and call I place them once again in dirt, sit on the lump of stone and watch how they grow green: how the white flowering candles glow in the fall, how their leaves yellow, unconsoled. And in the spring, after a year, I lean over the pots I see how they have cracked the clay, and how the shards have collapsed and lie dispersed, asunder.
Translated from the Hebrew by Cindy Eisner
Elisha Porat writes on a kibbutz in Israel.
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