Maman

škripe hrpe
kosti gomila
topli zagrljaj

(koščato moje
u obla jutra)

vlakna i vlasi
sede

dok se vlasi
ne dosete
dok neke nove
prilika posete
ne čuješ
ditiramb
harfa i viola
cvrkut

(a ‘di ti ram
za tratinčice

mila staričice)

opet moje
srce izuveno
talas vreline
niz umiveno
lice
uz lice
kost uz kost
a srce…

k’o srce

© JAGODA NIKAČEVIĆ


Published: 17.11.2010.
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