Tel Aviv
Eleanor
the golden girl
played the harp
with her beautiful
white
hands
yet no sound
was heard
from the harp
all the music
was
in her beautiful eyes
among her green hair
from the harp, though,
one after the other
came a bird
a green soap bar
and
an iron
a prevalent one
exactly what
Zyiotes,
during a storm,
call
Ars Amantis
