IMPROVISATION #71
THE EARTH IS SILENT

Even the ancient stones
with Jesus
at the Via Dolorossa
winds cry out and stones
from a wistful echoes maze
listening to jazz riffs
on my  alto sax
we're playing chess
doing puzzles
in the pleasure of Jerusalem
as a neon butterfly
does not escape
the covering of eucalyptus
nor my awakening
in the disquieted dawn
as doves at first light
efface the dazzling azure sky
brushing away secrets
from centuries
of facing lovers in a city's
blind oblivion.