Monday, February 8, 2010
Istanbul
Borek and baklava; breakfast in Istanbul
Tenets of Islam amid spires and domes
The Fajr before the rising of the sun
Morning prayers to Mecca; sacred Sunni songs;
The glorious orb of day burning bright
Welcomes pilgrims from near and far
Constantinople at night
Drifting scents from the spice bazaar
Tourists tired from their travels
Turkish coffee thick as the heat
Colorful carpets artistically crafted
Hang in the shops along the street
Ancient and modern collide
Yesterday and tomorrow meet
Remnants of the Ottoman Empire
Mixed in the shuffling of weary feet
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