We Drove

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︎︎︎ Selen Ozturk

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︎ Feb 25, 2025

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West west west!
Summer winked
in the water, stirred
dust up the road.
The sun warmed us.
Wind hit us from everywhere.
We drove like something
that almost had to.
Seagulls
cresting, gliding
white over white.
This is to say not
wait, stop here, not
let’s leave this point, and this
but something in between.
The heart-rush that, passing
through us, blows us
open.
Then what?
This is to ask
nothing we’ve not left before
but more of it and more.