fruit

A burning cigarette flipped into the tree
(At five in the morning)
Blooms for a moment, glowing red among
the leaves.

After all it is a fruit of the tree
(Tobacco, paper) another tree
To be sure, but why be sticklers.
The fruit burns, the fruit burns out.
A man is full on moment and is no more.

krājot savu bibliotēku, noteikti vajag iegūt "modern hebrew poem itself"
draudzenes kaučsērfotājam nozagta uz dienu,nesaprotamu iemeslu dēļ atmiņā palika kā kaut kas ļoti iespaidīgs un mieru sniedzošs. paldies pa atgādinājumu.