If you’re going to pay city taxes
At least find a see-saw,
Stand in line beside the girls
With ponytails and wait
For moments of magic when you dislocate
For the ground
Touching heaven
Streeting a skirt
Into new flight.
Let there be a giraffe
Lofty and constantly watching,
Slightly faded from the clutch of children over the years,
Let there be a cat that luxuriates in the sunshine
And a dog whose droppings are gathered up,
Berries from a tree that land in the yoghurt cup
And the pandemonium should stop.
To store up a treasure hidden to other eyes
When the slide stars in its soft style
To be drenched in the colours of smart cries
When the park children cluster
Let there be a fountain that makes you bend
And requires a rest for the frog of stone in the glade.
If there’s going to be city taxes
Then to warm in the flashing secret of celebrations
Right outside your house.
Published in Mashiv HaRuach 29. vl.
Translated by: Atar Hadari
Read Hebrew Version: אוצר סמוי
