It's a chilly afternoon for Tel Aviv,
but we swim like we used to
and shiver and laugh,
because we’re not that old,
though I’m fat and bald,
but as soon as I visit you, you—
No! You don’t turn me young and thin and hairy again.
Instead, you teach me the Hebrew
for loving a land
even when bad guys win,
for you've shown me the movements
for dancing on sand
with partners whom you pray to change.