A bar mitzvah gift for the rabbi
(Another) Daily April poem: words chosen by NaPoWriMo

Daily April poem: unprompted


The first spring peepers clamoring outside every window
The last of the old year's strawberry vodka swirling in my glass

the first dream about reading in an impossible bookstore
the last week before the book emerges, slick and glossy-blue

the first tefillin I've worn in months, wrapping my arm snug
the last heavy boots of winter, overheating my tired feet

the first time he lifts the silver cup and doesn't spill a drop
the last blessing won't be obvous until the next doesn't come



This poem was written on an uneasonably warm evening as the rain began to blow in. I don't think it requires any explanations.