The scent of horses
Along the creek
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A band of swallows
Spins a circle
Fifty meters toward heaven
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The creek alongside me
Carries raindrops, tears, and snow
That may once have landed
In Johannesberg, Soho
Bucerias, Constantinople,
Athens, Ketchikan, or Saskatoon.
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Six ducks, looking exactly like
Their American brethren
Wait for handouts of bread
From the waiters
As each table of German, French,
And Japanese tourists
File out, refueled and ready
To restock the tour buses
And move on to the next stop.
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Göreme, Turkey, June 27, 2008
1 comment:
Love the tile, love the poem, love the reports. Readers of All this know that your creative juices are always flowing but they seem to be gushing now. What a trip, I am happy for you all!
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