Oct 31, 2014

Šurik meje


30.05.1995 dom.Godinja 0692

there used to be sunday .-
              today it is rosy breakdown -
day as a residue, night  as the womb -
hour in which unsuccessfully I wait for my home
burnt village, a forest full of ghosts.

on the hill rocks and hundreds of pine trees,
across the river bushes and pulled down fence -
and a yellow flower in a tiny grass
raven that’s flying -
relaxed -

across the abyss

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