Shabbot Afternoon (1982)

It’s Shabbot

and across the blanched and rocky terrain 

come voices

nestled within a few scrawny trees, 

no grass for a carpet, 

only trampled dry soil

and pine needles.

But with a record player

wired to the car battery 

and Jewish folksongs playing, 

the shouting and clapping 

makes a delightful noise.