My sukkah:
My stoop,
Surrounded by an iron fence
And iron gate
And the door to my building.
The roof, the
Yellowing green leaves
Of the trees overhead.
I can feel the breeze,
I can see the stars,
As I sit on the steps
And teach
And chat
And eat my tuna salad.
Chag Sukkot Sameakh!
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