Delightfully Turkish
Tiny bus bumps along Ephesian roads
bright orange sun hangs overhead scorching
uneven ground lined with creases
library; crumbled and marked
with seal--Medusa’s hair
coiling around, eyes
burning my soul
she sends chills
down my
spine.
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