1991
an escape as easy as
dark turkish coffee
grounds on my tongue
reminding me of a fleeting kiss
a jolt to the roof of my mouth
even on a saturday
yafa yafo
palestine israel
a taste
still fresh
as the brown voiced men
at the table in the corner
the proprietor inviting me
to bring my bicycle in
listen to the streets
of the displaced
--- e b bortz
(published in earth notes and other poems, Least Bittern Books, 2015)
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