There Was Evening, There Was Morning

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I wonder what it’s like in Antarctica,
months of days or months of nights.
No clue as to when a candle should be lit.

What would the Kabbalists have thought there?
They espoused the difference between the two
major melodies during the day
minor ones at night
What would they have said about
the absence of one or the other?

It’s no wonder Jews don’t live in the poles,
that’s north and south, as I’m sure you’re
familiar with our history in the Pale of Settlement,
where all of this was thought up.

They had nothing but days and nights there.
They put together the shidduch of Yotzier and Maariv
One kissing the other, consummating
the passage of time.

There was evening
there was morning

and there will be again.

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