‘I remember how we walked
Avoiding the hawkers’
The voice in the airport murmured
‘The wine was dry. The shish kebab was fiery.
But why should I bother to learn a new language?
After that day I totally lost all interest
Too much clinging and promises
Kisses to make you drown
And did I really care?
I sent on all her belongings
Including the straw hat from Ephesus.’
She will weep and wait in the village
A thin white sheet still folded
Over the foot of the bed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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