(x = space)

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Istanbul

(Yankee perspective)

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How colorful the lamps

For sale in the bazaar

I’m not sure how their talents

Transliterate back home

Where so much

Is right-angled

And pastel

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One lamp of these lamps

Could shine over

Our obligatory book of a thousand tales

If not a treatise on the origin

Of mathematics

Or astronomy,

Right knowledge

That made protraction possible

Right angles

As well as acute, obtuse

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A world worked out

Until the rough-edged stories

Like the roc that swallows interlopers

In the lore

Come to roost

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C L Couch

(Yankee)

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