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Ramadan in Kurtulus
Turkish coffee hopped Along our nerve endings As we jumped into a cab at Taksim’s edge. The day’s last light Fluttered over apartment balconies Like a dying dove. Young Roma, Lean as leopards, Assessed us dispassionately As our cab rattled Past the flea market turn, And plunged into Kurdish alleys. Women walked on grimy cobbles before us while Our driver cursed their mothers And stomped on the gas. Cabbies — old soldiers And gray wolves all — Hate Kurds And try to kill them When they can, but There are rules. Grandmothers in long coats leapt, Swift as gazelles, For the safety of high curbs Just ahead of the car’s growl. Unperturbed, they stepped Into the cab’s blue exhaust, Ears a-twitch beneath their headscarves, For the next rabid cab. Dusk covered Istanbul like soiled velvet, Its smooth purple nap smeared By odd blotches of light, When we settled, bottles of Efes in hand, On patio chairs. The tense fast ended As we sipped beer And peace Again flirted With the old city. Perhaps it will last this time. There is hope for Turks — For anyone — Who can make such good beer.
©2022 Robert Walton
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