A GLIMPSE from JUST A SENT

Nothing can reproduce

What we had

Only determination

In our consciousness

Pushing forward (the image)

From the past

Recreating bits and pieces

Today making an image

So we think

Taste of food, like

bread lightly run

Over the gas stove

Ethereal blue flame

Instead of today’s toaster

Creating tiny blisters

That’s how he did it in the morning

And a little orange marmelade

Or maybe butter

Or NEFFA

(snuff tobacco)

In a tiny silver box

Men would keep in the

inside pockets of their jackets

Today I just discovered

Understanding why

It was ….for the smokers

So on shabbat would kick

The want of a cigarette

They would sniff and sneeze

While it was passed around

To the men in the synagouge

Some would, others would not

Just a smell bring forward

My dear father

Jewish Libya