Had the rain exaggerated a bit something
your old you in me asks for you
nonstop something shatters…
a leaf takes me away as falling
in your shadow, at the eave scattered roses
horses running backwards…
Had the rain exaggerated a bit something
complaining about the past to the mothers
lips of the girls got numb
for they lean into the envelopes…
‘r’ as in the fear
tiles vibrating…
showcases
tradesmen bump into them and scatter
a woman –more woman as she gets older-
forgotten right among branches
Had the man moved a bit further, he sweats…
going through the ring on his finger
he has a stone dropped on his voice
looking at the ramp calling out for his bosom,
there the word is as naked as water
the things kids couldn’t say
do flow from mothers’ eyes
Had the rain gone through the man
the frog leaping on his left
drawn suddenly into the lake inside him
in the rain which complains about itself
for the first time while a dead one leaves the house
the rain…
Translated by Mesut Senol