away to Istanbul | poem

poetry

the fabric sellers

bread sellers

fruit sellers

value how they address

those who come on their way to work

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here, dawn call prayer is heard five times a day.

open palm passers-by feed the stray cats

who laze on their side, in the shadows

all day lunch breaks.

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by nightfall the young dress up

for the young

move in good fashion underground

towards their future.

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later …