Maybachufer

The blossom is out
despite the cold
that numbs your fingers
as you stand in the
queue
at the Turkish market
for fat steaming loaves
olives and clementines
with bright green leaves
and stalls piled high with dates
Zaatar, lemons and Turkish delight
with a dusting of sugar
thick chunks of feta in brine
fresh mint tea, alpaca socks
ladies pants and slip on shoes
Ladles, spoons and cutlery
Lemon squeezers, knives and tweezers
Clothes pegs, rolls of cloth
Plastic sheeting, strings of chilli’s
Coriander parsley dill
Cooking spices
fried felafel
the noise, the smells
the coffee stall
at the Turkish market