A glass of tea;tobacco; the moon
seagulls are flying over Galata Tower
A cat wriggles under the table
The distant light of lamps
The whirr of winnowing grain in the beak of a pigeon
The students are singing in the street
A beggar sits on the pavement
her baby sleeps on a rag
At Galip Dede Street
The scent of imminent rain
my spine shivers
The yearning of loneliness.

17.06.2014 Galata İstanbul