drops hit the water like a bullet
after all years the heart bangs hard
the eye closed to the eye, lantern flickers intermittently
the man in a yellow raincoat stands under full load at the stern
of a boat, yoroz got darkened, in the whiting fish’s water bursts
the sea, fifty fathom deep the net sits
the headwaters scatter and jumble
then, indicating its beauty as it displays the glass in the rain
in a land with no shortage of wet, gone
villa doluca, if not let it be cankaya kivircik
a small bottle of white, no i cannot make the bluefish
unclean raki, till it stops pouring
don’t try to make sense out of it for i
recalled the details, i can perfectly intimate you
how many rain-years from my memory, ‘what a
love, oh what a suffering…’ ‘on the ceiling sea
urchins, ormers saw the man who visited them
he just suddenly sat rotating
abdullah yuce
you and me now after so many years
talking of this and that, the things came with the rain
entered how much april rain debt; how many roses i picked
upon roses, how many unsolved crime cases, how many istanbul
banks, how many nights with the moon fell into the sea,
how many hirants were slayed in the passageways
the rain hushed on the roof pit a pat, i got offended
its blue seems slender, longsome sea dried up to
the tips of the heels, the slopes following the fog’s resignation
to the hills becomes green, with the lantern’s flame
the wine got brewed, you were passing by as your cheeks
hot burning, say you just stopped by, you never have been
the revelation of any poems whatsoever… your look only
and green almonds fill the eyes
sand coaster’s crane got silent, drunken night sloppy
in a greasy spoon restaurant covering us
like a quilt, a ship gliding silently
offshore, cone lights elongated the shores
smoking cigarette is not banned, very thick gray fog
curtain and nothing happened between us
a bird’s wing onto the glass, a pitcher turned over and spilled
broken pieces with a continuously playing farewell song record
hand towel smells the fish
the man in a yellow raincoat at the stern of a boat
under full load, nets are in the deep
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