TONIGHT THE CHERRY TREES AWAKEN

TONIGHT THE CHERRY TREES AWAKEN In the faded, municipal courtyardsat night the cherry trees awaken.A roiling congregant struts around.Moths bubble softlyagainst a pear, balcony three-high.Sound, he looks up. Naked as an asparagusshe bulges out of the green velour. She smiles. For a moment the pilot light flares and the ivyof meaningless letters the windused to…

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Poems: Haydar goes to… and Icons of the Big City

HAYDAR GOES TO ISTANBUL TO BUY A PEACOCK I know of no city in this world that is lessacquainted with philosophers. Don’t approach herby railing against the merchants because she’ll paradein her mirrors. Don’t approach her with gifts,believe me, there are dreams you shouldn’t pack,better save the heaviness for the swan back home who was…

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