Gradilište

Omanje sunčano nebo iznad kuće buši rupu u oblaku
grade se kule, kako čujem, i pada čekić svakih sedam minuta
čuvam glavu u plastičnom lončiću i kujem planove
kako da pobjegnem raku u plućima u jetri u kostima
kako da pobjegnem

Beatriče Ilić


Published: 05.09.2007.
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