Last Dusk of Ramadan : Read the entire poem
The sun traces 
patterns of colorful head scarves and trailing hijabs, 
follows fine silk threads to imported Nikes and leather sandals  
crafted up north in Bursa, wraps its warmth around the women and 
their mysterious thoughts. 

The sun massages 
the pale pink dome of Hagia Sophia, the spires of 
the great Blue Mosque, the caramelized stone of Topkapi –
which once sheltered the Sultan’s harem, his armies, and all his 
glittering jewels. 
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