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ATATÜRK AGAIN, HOMEWARD BOUND
On this trendy new airport’s lavish couch for the average traveler,
I flopped down in sleep-deprived stupor.
Before I dropped down the bottomless well I noted the most tender site –
a petit Japanese mother
draped a sheer scarf intricately around her with an opening below her chin
to peek down into –
below, she breastfed a wriggly toddler
until the restless little head of shiny black hair
dropped; still
with sleep.
She got up, wrapped the kid around her lithe frame, walked away beyond the edges of my vision.