September in Demetevler Park II
The last swallows will leave this city
Boredom will stream out, old age
Tired from the weight of summer on its back
with its colored poles and benches will fade.
My shaky, incompetent steps
As if shamed by their womanhood
—really why when we walk alone
do we frown
and stare at the floor.
Trans. George Messo
Conversation Paperpress, 2010