It's been a long day
getting to work at 5 am, incessant honking amidst
grueling traffic for a minimum wage job,
the same to get back to the West Bank
for the last evening of Ramadan.
We need a sheep for the Eid festival.
I need a cigarette.
The sheep and I will pull over and rest,
inhaling the delirious smoke,
relaxing, finally, before we both go
to festival.
it will be the end for the sheep,
the beginning for me.
photo: New york times slide show
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