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SUNSETS SO MANY SUNSETS
the sunsets of our exiled homes
forever settled by strangers
who will never understand their stones
homes like my home
who lived my childhood
who lived the illness of my brother
homes like my homes where
expatriates from their exiles were born
to the land of Israel, to foreignness within their homeland
homes crying their builders who left
don't say builders say sons
sons of their homes
and now they have no
fathers.