Soul

Kljucaš. U nadi da ćeš zaobići zborišta
sumnjiva žita, mokra strnjišta. Rastegnuta
mašta uvezaće u kletvu ječam, pirinač,
proso. Na vratima kucaš, otvara: geometrija
semena u elegiji, soul u kapima. Sezona je
kiša. Još vatra fali za ciklus veći, Čovek će reći.

Jagoda Nikačević


Published: 03.10.2012.
Classified as: Poezija
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