Passover

Passover

I’ve been passed over.
Thank God, the past is over.
I’m on the verge of freedom.
Oh, but I remember now.
We had our first kiss on Passover.
And this year, after years of rote racing of the same story,
We ate a simple meal, read poetry,
And then I read you mine,
And you were moved.
And I remembered,
We had our first kiss on Passover.
And you kicked me out,
But that didn’t stop us.
Here we are, 13 years,
And still kissing, thank God, on Passover.

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D.L. Lang
D.L. Lang
D.L. Lang of Vallejo, CA is the author of five full length poetry collections, including 2016's Poet Loiterer which Kirkus Reviews described as containing "Free-spirited ideals couched in fairly infectious rhymes." She also released her debut spoken word album entitled Happy Accidents.
Lang won Best of Show in Poetry in 2015, and Reserve Best of Show in 2016 at the Solano County Fair. Lang performs at poetry open mics around the Bay Area, including regularly at the Hub as a part of Poetry by the Bay, and was also a featured act at the inaugural Vallejo Man March.

Author: D.L. Lang

D.L. Lang of Vallejo, CA is the author of five full length poetry collections, including 2016's Poet Loiterer which Kirkus Reviews described as containing "Free-spirited ideals couched in fairly infectious rhymes." She also released her debut spoken word album entitled Happy Accidents. Lang won Best of Show in Poetry in 2015, and Reserve Best of Show in 2016 at the Solano County Fair. Lang performs at poetry open mics around the Bay Area, including regularly at the Hub as a part of Poetry by the Bay, and was also a featured act at the inaugural Vallejo Man March.