I am Zemestanian

 I am Zemestanian,

I don’t grasp trees, yet under a cherry tree I rest. In Kurtuluş,

Coat on my back, hat on my head, and a tie. My coat knows each untimely step my shoes take,

My hat bears witness to my wait.

Inquire the tie about orphanhood.

I am a Zemestanian poet…

The smoke of my cigarette has lingered five years long,

It yearns to smell like the tie’s knot,

Tying ties is beyond me,

I am a Zemestanian poet.

My hat awaits yesterday today,

Since yesterday’s dawn,

My shoes traverse untimely roads,

My coat chills on my back.

Indeed. I am a Zemestanian poet,

This is the cherry tree

14.06.2022

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