Ali calls
I see erguvan
our special flower
only here
in Istanbul
suddenly now
I am home
we are home
Lenny
it is so beautiful
and I tell Burhan
your uncle is home
he smiles
as we drive
from apartment
to apartment
until I too see
erguvan
and I too
am home
other writing
still horizons
not ready
to roll over
yet
still
horizons
to cross
lost in memory
the way
you handled
books
as if
they were
sacred objects
you were not
my type
and yet
you were
exactly
what I was
seeking
how did I
misplace you
forever lost
in my memory
the light of day
light creeps
into morning
as hope
erases
the darkness
that came
before
a Sunday in Izmir: for İbrahim Kadıoğlu
walking
with a friend
along
the coastline
sun sea wind
and breakfast
a perfect day
the knock at the door
death comes
for all
no way
to avoid
the knock
at the door
my eyes
my eyes
grow heavy
remembering
the words
the faces
long gone
from view
May 1st in Izmir, 2015
woke up
to watch the sun
light the sky
the cat
licking my arm
fresh brewed coffee
on the back balcony
the box from my office
waiting
to be unpacked
then packed again
in this transition
but for now
that breeze
sunlight on trees
a few birds
singing to me
a new day
in the rest
of my life
here
now
talking about the past
talking
about the past
makes me
wonder
just how past
the past
is
when here
in the present
it feels
so alive
on movement
moving forward
even backward
is always better
than standing still
Leonard Durso 