1. Binah • November 5, 201212
Arching above
Crimson fronds bow
Rippling chartreuse boughs pirouette
Bronze foliage sweeps zephyrs
Golden mums bank the ground,
Footlights beneath the proscenium.
It is nine o’clock Monday morn.
The neighborhood holds in its breath
And its denizens.
An empty stage awaits Hurricane Sandy.
Daveners cross the empty street
Strutting players in a divine theatre
Exeunt.
Divine Dramaturgy.
Rebbetzin Faigie Horowitz
The Set
and the Storm
Musings