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Barehead Boy
I watch him
Watching us
And I wonder what he saw
Both of us
Rainbow tallisim
Pulled over our heads
Rocked in the sweet rhythm
Of holy words
So ancient and so new
And he sprawled bareheaded
On the chairs
In front of me
Blinks at me
With sleepy bored eyes
Rejected kippah lying crumpled
On the chair beside his mother
I think to hand it to him
Even such a young boy
Should not be bareheaded
In shul
But I like this moment
He smiles at me
And I slip the tallis back to my shoulders
And sit.