Woman in the village
Brown, a thousand browns, make up
The country of Turkey. Brown the summer
Grass, and brown the houses,
And brown the camels who walk past
But their blankets are many colors,
Hues of red and turquoise and green,
And they soften the countryside
Of its arid, barren brown.
A village of little boxes,
With each its dusty red tile roof.
There, see the woman
Dressed in black from head to toe,
Despite the sweltering sun and
The hot, dry wind. It is her burqa.
And at her feet, stretched
From peg to peg, deep red
Yarn hand-spun and hand-dyed.
Soon to be woven into
Camels’ blankets, or some other
Lovely fabric, which will help to
Ease the brown.