"Yaldah," they said
"Ah yaldah, a shekel!"
Their hands, soft and old
As they grope for my coins.
She asks me for twenty
A bill, in exchange
My wallet is open and
then
"Yaldah!"
"Yaldah!"
How many?
How many?
The coins clicking
dubious
and cool
in my palm.
Another face,
Another bag,
They thank me
the recievers...
"Chassunah! Marry!"
They bless me
again.
"Slicha,"
I whisper,
My voice stunned
to silence.
"Ratzah l'hitpallel..."
I guesture at the Wall.
The hands leave mine
they are gone
when I leave.
