The sidewalk is a history book / And a circus / Dangerous clowns / Balancing dreadful and wonderful perceptions / They have been handed / Day by day / Generations on down (Avishai Cohen, poem by Joni Mitchell)

To fling my arms wide / In some place of the sun / To whirl and to dance / Till the white day is done / Then rest at cool evening / Beneath a tall tree / While night comes on gently / Dark like me- / That is my dream! (Avishai Cohen, poem by […]