12 Haziran 2012 Salı

Response to A. Gingsberg

I've touched your book:
smelling the humid earth
while walking in the vineyard
this morning. 

Touched the lines: 
shopping for images
while I stood watching
the boat disappear
late in the afternoon.

I've touched a child;
childless I...
while possessing 
every frozen delicacy
in the early evening. 

I'm reading your book
to the child now,
on the bench.
The street lights are reflecting us
on the road and 
we are shade to shade.

Özlem Yaşayanlar
1994, Ankara

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