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from “Relocated stone”

Shadows pass us by
When someone goes away everything that’s been done comes back
Many things happened
Clock hands
Someone’s voice

The haze hangs over the city
like the Virgin Mary’s bowed head
from a fresco far away.

Satellite dishes talk to
trying to determine tomorrow’s weather:
clear, safe, significant
like a calendar with
red dates.

But as soon as the night joins
the shadows to the wall,
you will sneak out towards the branches
like a rare bird
from the other side of a bank-note.

Translated by: Magdalena Horvat

2018-08-21T17:23:08+00:00 June 19th, 2007|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 54|0 Comments