Whirling Dervish Poem by Jack E Miller

We could not resist the Persian
Boy his black Boss socks in hand
Tight at the edge of the bustling
Grand Bazaar of Istanbul
We bought from him five pairs


We had with us the fragrance of morning
Gardens rooms of jewels of the sublime
Hagia Sophia gold mosaics the perfection of the
Dome of the Blue Mosque none more exotic
Than this boy's eyes


How could I not notice your
Eye on him not imagine you
There on the Persian prayer rug
Tasting with him Pistachios
From our Whirling Dervish bowl