Downwind of the
Halal Cart
my stomach
starts to growl
Foreign smells
have filled the air
my appetite
to prowl
Those places
I have yet to go
but memory
knows so well
Another life
another time
where Heaven
— sleeps with Hell
(The Corner Of 34th & Market Streets: July, 2025)
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Author:
Kurt Philip Behm (
Online) - Published: July 25th, 2025 10:17
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments1
Quite the kitchen I think I have been there if not with food with other appetites. Nicely done Kurt
Thanks Soren. On my way across Penn's campus, I pass at least 20 of these food carts. The smells
always carry me away ...
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