hopscotch and football
barbecues on miniature grills
wood smoke in the eyes
kebab in the air
a young man dives into the water
drums beat out a rhythm
hands clap
a young girl dances
simits and cay
and I get the last bench left
in the shade
a whole neighborhood is here
along with portable toilets
spring on parade
in ancient Balat
Reblogged this on Leonard Durso and commented:
remembering Balat and my favorite place to it
Spectacular poem 🙂
Thank you.