15.3.Milos Djurdjevic, Croatie


spin yourself on the balcony
and jump jump like
a green acorn when it burst

on the pavement on your new
walls sun spills salt
reflection of the silver flies

throbs and whistles they
count stretched days and quickly
release them what are you doing here?

on the balcony dark smear remains
and now it squeaks and glistens
on the sun you are standing in it

ankle-deep like in the sand thinking
about insects and whitewash and whiteness again
what are you doing here? what are you doing here?

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