we should
understand
that there are
some things
we meet
in life
we will never
understand
other writing
your pictures
there must be
a reason
I keep
your pictures
on my shelves
but at times
like these
it eludes
me
4:45am, June 11, 2015, in Maltepe
I stare
at lights
burning
on islands
in the sea
and listen
to the echo
of the call
to prayer
still reverberating
in my ears
still seeing
you
rising
from bed
naked
to get a drink
of water
for my parched
mouth
from loving you
the night
long
till midnight
the cheers
till midnight
as players
chase a ball
around a field
under lights
morning rain, Maltepe, June 8, 2015
cool rain
washes the streets
of the city
stroll
bareheaded
to market
let it wash
me
this gray morning: 5:20am, June 7th, in Maltepe
this morning
gray morning
mist
over the sea
bird chatter
light breeze
cooling me
half naked
on the balcony
shot of whiskey
to this morning
this gray morning
waiting
yes, waiting
hope here
in my heart
this night this night
this night
this night
does not end
memories that linger
what went wrong
what went right
replay again
and again
this night
here toward tomorrow
as we edge
here
toward tomorrow
hope
crashes against
hope
morning in Maltepe, June 3, 2015
the sky
the country
overcast
obscuring
the sun
Leonard Durso 