Two Poems by Steven Sher

Sign Of Good Fortune,
Start Of Adar

New crescent moon—
a scythe

clearing the sky
of clouds.

Light sown
for God’s adored.

***

Ten Years After My Father’s Death

My father’s made-up songs
that shaped me as a child once
come to my lips.

Like windblown leaves
allowed to drift, the things
I saw in him I see in me.

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