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Abraham

by Bill Yarrow

Posted on Jun. 12, 2013 at 6:14 pm

Photo by Ivan Kruk / shutterstock.com

Photo by Ivan Kruk / shutterstock.com

I came late to sunrise. The hills were lit
with goats. Everything shimmered in
small steps. I closed my eyes.

The Kinneret sits back in its water
waiting to be made to shine.
My blood is like the sea.

Jerusalem against the sun. People
draw lots for the shadows
and put down spears.

I walk toward walls.
The late sun enters my skin
like the blade of Isaac’s knife.

This poem first appeared in Midstream in 1985.


Bill Yarrow is a professor of English at Joliet Junior College and the author of “Pointed Sentences” (BlazeVOX, 2012). His work has appeared in many print and online journals, including Poetry International, DIAGRAM, The Del Sol Review and RHINO.

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