I think of my father who believes
a Jew can outwit fate by owning land.
Slave to property now, I mow
and mow, my destiny the new Egypt.
May 20, 2015 | 3:24 pm
Stuck a Chupa Chup into the ground
Beside the grave of Ezra Pound
Then jumped aboard the vaporetto
To lose myself in the Jewish ghetto
Looking for the synagogue
That kept moving in the Venice fog
Like an apparition in the crowd
Where Jews were sometimes allowed.
Joshua Weiner is the author of three books of poetry; his most recent book is “The Figure of a Man Being Swallowed by a Fish.” He lives in Washington, D.C.