The call of the jets ...

I feasted on a fish of green beans and bulgur rice -

I dipped my spoon into an exquisite sauce -

I sipped icy Efes from a frosted glass -

This was to be my last evening under Eastern skies -

I felt a pang of melancholy when I gazed at the warm twilight sea -

Yet already I'd heard the call of the jets -

I'd pictured their shapes against the stars -


May 2029

Kirtil Restaurant
Marmaris
Turkey