POETRY

Written by Cora Schwartz

Dedicated to my late husband, a Holocaust Survivor
Written in my room at the Hotel Banat in Bucharest, Romania on October 28, 2018

Your spirit is here in this old hotel room

Its laughter drifts out through heavy drapes

Blends with echoing street sounds below.

It sips local wine in the elegant glass of yesterday

Lifts its arms, whistles to the high carved ceiling.

Dance Rudy

Dance your own dance

The one where you pretend

You are what you are not

The one where you are

What you pretend.