TO THIS PLACE

TO THIS PLACE

His music shook
a thundering from
the sky where
white and black
clouds rained down
in the same color
splashing fast
onto faces
the clean washing
sprit of jazz
spreading arms
of welcome
over cities
where the land
lay broken,
softening the eyes
of some
but not all
as the music storm
continues a message
with hands clapping
and lips sweetly
lifting a song of
praise
from where
we were
to the place
jazz frees us.

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