The Isreali Drifter

How do we wrestle together?

Forcing out these words in brute ways

Out of mouths that are locked by lost keys

They are ruffled and all rattled

Ink would suffice

It would flow more easily

For our shaking hands

What we write

Our privet letters that are locked in small cabinets

Rarely let out to breathe

We do not know what is out there

Lost keys lock our dreams

Let us free our tongues

One day