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