If only this Shofar could talk,
Sold out crowds and Bustling streets.
If only this Shofar could smell,
Beer breath and Coastal air.
If only this Shofar could dance,
Hippie spin and Chassidic bounce.
If only this Shofar could reminisce,
Beatniks and Revelution.
Now in off season, this Shofar looks so small.
But so is the world.
This Shofar’s voice will never dwindle.
He yearns too strongly for Jerusalem.
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