The Moon Grove*

at night howling is heard
in the heart of Jerusalem
and whoever cannot sleep
goes out to search the empty streets
where a rebellious jackal walks among us        

and sometimes in the Moon Grove
a man may be found sitting under a towering pine         
a burning bush consumes at his feet 
his hands coal and his voice
the voice of the jackal

חורשת ירח

חורשת ירח