Down in Rishon LeTsiyon
Amos rides a donkey
Avram on the ribs of a bike
and Eitan on foot
to the reservoir at the orange grove for a swim
pushing aside the algae for a clearing.
Sinless, they roll
down a dune to the watermelons
singing out the math of revolution
the red juices dripping down their summer arms
nothing else to do
the British looking on at their youth
their fathers in the Army
their mothers waiting for the shepherd to return with the town's goats
everyone waiting for the Germans to come from Libya.