**I'm a little daunted in the task of writing a poem to one of the greatest artists I know. But I've done my best**
To My Greatest Aunt
Imagine a place where the mountains are new and raw
And the earth is wrought with drought and fire
Imagine a place adorned with strawberries and
Vineyards and oranges and all kinds of ripeness
Born from the earth.
Imagine a place where the winters are sunshine
And the summers are dappled with rain
And there is always dancing and drum circles in the park
And the lemons drip off the tree.
No wonder this place calls so loudly to all the people I love
No wonder she sings nigunim to the foggy sunrise.
I think, when the red bridge arches over the water
It looks like she's trying to say "I love you"
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