A Porsche Warm Coat

Walking among the beaches
In this town,
In this winter time
With the breeze
Blowing from the sea
Salty; taste of life;
Joy, understanding, healing
Myself, hereabouts…

Down there,
A broke man passes near by
With a warm coat “porsche”
Taken from his “last girl” friend
Who was looking for fun
For the summer; abroad…

Walking among the beaches
In this town,
In this winter time
With the breeze
Blowing from the sea
Salty; taste of life;
Joy, understanding, healing
Myself, hereabouts…

Each voice, each tale
Are all hope to me
On the way of
Path
I keep following…

Tonight,
I came back again
To the beaches,
Where I left from
To meet and say;

“Tonight
Here I am
Returned for the moment
I left…
“When I had a little body
My foot, my fingers
And the beaches
I go long for…”

Walking among the beaches
In this town,
In this winter time
With the breeze
Blowing from the sea
Salty; taste of life;
Joy, understanding, healing
Listening myself, my body
My time & tales
Left from yesterday

Hereabouts, on the sand…

November25, 2010
*Erhan OZBIYIK *

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