the heart sinks under memories
of other days
and I get to thinking
which is not necessarily a good thing
about those faces I see in the dark
try to remember names
personality quirks
the smell of a wet field
the sun breaking through the clouds
for instance
a dog gingerly picks his way along a beach
there are shells everywhere
and is it Gene or David
who stoops to pick one up
grinning
the dog looks up expecting a game
and that long haired woman with the green eyes
who will break my heart
in ways, at times
too numerous to mention
will make the world stop
and time
here in Istanbul
moves forward
just the way it’s supposed to
dragging my mind along
hesitantly
but gently
to where it needs to go
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Leonard Durso 
Really like this Leonard! Brilliant imagery – I am on the beach with you, fragments of a broken heart in the shards of the memories yet I would have it no other way! So good!
Thank you, Rob. I appreciate your comment.
love these memories!
Thank you, Maureen.
Excellent!! I’m captured by your casualness.
Thanks, John.
I came back to read this twice. It really speaks to me
I’m glad you appreciate it so. Thank you.
Really really like this one. Of course anything that brings me back to Istanbul, if only for a moment, makes my heart sing.
Thank you, Lillian. It is a fine city to be in, though I do periodically miss NYC.