Elements

Street Art by Obaid Rahman  ∼ Poetry by Alpay Ulku

Snow Fence
She cries in her cube most mornings,

work piling up.

Plexiglass
The guy with the Labrador is gone.

I used to watch him from the train window as we pulled into the suburb of Ravinia.

Only the  field, yellow stumble. The dog gone, too

Corridor 
You haven’t come to visit me. Are you able?

Daybreak at the Municipal Airport

Coffee, and a store-bought sandwich.

And the fog for company.

Why go anywhere? 

Fog rolling in. Bad coffee from the vending machine, growing cold by a store-bought sandwich. Might as well head back, says your uncle, the retired gunner, and you raise your cup in acknowledgement, but you’re thinking, might as well stay: no dishes to be done, no neighbors with their radios blaring.

Suddenly, a stranger sits down, and the first thing you notice is her pale gray eyes.  What’s your name, you ask her. She tells you, tells you yours.

See more Poetry from Alpay Ulku at www.alpayulku.com , Plus more see more 3D Chalk drawings – Obaid (@Obi3free on twitter)