Delightfully Turkish

Tiny bus bumps along Ephesian roads
bright orange sun hangs overhead scorching
uneven ground lined with creases
crumbling library marked
with seal--Medusa's hair
coiling around
Eyes burn my soul
sending chills
down my
spine.

Youthful Memories

Ducks quack and waddle toward us, grabbing food
from your tiny outstretched hands
Bread Crumbs fall onto dusty Earth; they eat.
kicking chips, and sit
on metal swing
"Jess, push me"
hair flaps behind
and giggles
fill us
joy