Woman in the village

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

The playground.

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.

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