Nails
Nails\ Edna Aphek
My leaves held by sea nails
Grow and rot.
At the rim of the sea
In a port city in another land
Once conquered by ancient Greek Gods-
Born.
My trunk still steady, my branches listlessly nailed
Longing for the ancient Hebrew sea to sweep them:
I am not writing a letter
Nor am I am casting a bottle
Clinging to my sea nails,
Wailing nails, crying nails
Never rusting nails
Im...