Trafika Europe 8 - Romanian Holiday

Poems

IN IZMIR THE RAIN

In Izmir the rain brings the inland hills to the streets. I see a pair of workboots, a woman’s purse, pieces of a bicycle. In October a girl had gone to the woods for acorns. They sit in a bowl this morning in storm as her mother makes breakfast, wincing at the forecast. More rain, more debris to step through

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