Log Cabin Chronicles
Three Colors
ELISHA PORAT
To Seymour Mayne
On Memorial Day I go up to the small clearing near the military section. In the northwest corner we have placed a grey basalt stone and a white limestone has been placed towards the southern corner. And between them, under the fine sand, rests our loamy soil, reddish.
And when the loudspeaker thunders the prayer, I close my eyes and see the three colors descending before me, swallowed in the deepening shadows of the rocks.
Translated from the Hebrew by Cindy Eisner
Elisha Porat writes on a kibbutz in Israel.
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