Tumult

What caused such a big tumult
Between you and a vague other
Near the school’s rickety steps

That it outlived you and other
Like museum ,all things vague
In the city’s defined existence?

The only thing clear is tumult.
All else about the faces is blur.

(Referring to the poem The school where I studied by the Israeli poet Yehuda Amichai)

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