Buying swimwear in Palestine

They stepped into a store
Choosing swimwear
The blue swimsuit
With sparking gold fish printed on

They dreamed of swimming in the Dead Sea
Underneath the endless sky
They wanted to turn into fish
To stir up the silent ocean

But the barbed wire fence
Across the road to the beach
And a warning sign
Hand-written
Of the Reaper

The fish on the swimsuit
Were out of breath from their gills
In the sad eyes
Of the women

They came back from the Dead Sea
And swam every night in their dreams
Full of big waves
Groaning the sound of Freedom.

June 2023

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