tranquil

pavement stones were dewy when she came

and oldie ghosts were in a deep sleep.

she came and snuffed out all the street lamps on duty

i touched the exhaustion of the city over her shoulders 

she was placid 

a city undressed with her...

morning laid between us as a grey gulf

when she sidled up to me

she had left all her storms off the coast 

had become tranquil 

Kıvanç (April 16, 2010 Washington DC)