Today my head is in the clouds. I’m hoping that all this day-dreaming leads to something productive but I remain doubtful. This, below, just had to be jotted down before my caffeine-adled brain skips to another beat….[and if you have ideas for how I can actually get to Turkey, write me!] By the way, ever noticed how some of the most interesting people in the world aren’t the ones writing it down. Man, I wish some of these people would write their stories down!!
dreaming of Turkey
people like
you and me
we don’t need plans
we need dreams
of Turkey
and my hair unwashed
from days on a dusty bus
imagine old buildings
from that cradle of all cities
born, first we see the colors
then the people
their faces familiar despite
miles and years of difference.
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