Cats lie lazily
on benches, in small planters,
on one another.

Fish, and beer, and talk
fill the tiny restaurant.
Here comes the music!

Cobblestones are nice.
Well…they are nice to look at.
They are mean to feet.

Constantinople
draws tourists to Istanbul.
Oh no! Confusion!

Whirling dervishes
spin and spin and spin some more,
inside the circle.

Up here in the air,
we close our eyes super-tight.
Hopefully, we sleep.

The food was so good,
I almost forgot to chew.
Nothing went to waste.

Twenty-four brown shoes,
each one of them ill-fitting.
On to the next store…

After a long walk,
the rain soaks my shoes, my socks,
the skin of my feet.

In moral debates,
do not seek neutrality.
There is no such thing.