Whirling Dervish

 Grand Bazaar-
with Dar

 Kapali Çarsi

(photo by Jack)

Whirling Dervish

We could not resist the Persian

Boy his black Boss socks in hand

Tight at the edge of the bustling

Grand Bazaar of Istanbul

We bought from him five pairs

We had with us the fragrance of morning

Gardens rooms of jewels of the sublime

Hagia Sophia gold mosaics the perfection of the

Dome of the Blue Mosque none more exotic

Than this boy's eyes

How could I not notice your

Eye on him not imagine you

There on the Persian prayer rug

Tasting with him Pistachios

From our Whirling Dervish bowl

--Jack 10/30/'09