Pljus

na zemlju se prosula
okata zrnevlja

nabubrele žile se izule
ivicom golog granja
(a prema unutra)
zavirile
u mokra gnezdašca
(zaostala trpna stanja
umirovljenog srdašca)

vetreći sitne praznine
slinava šaka modrine
zanjihala
pokidane mreže
paučine
uz tapšanja i stresanja
krila i nožica
pokislih poljskih kukaca

na žicama strujnim zaseli
perjanih odjeka glagoli:
biti sedeti
ćutati odleteti

a vi?

mi skupljali kapi kišice
za akvarijum
i dve ribice

Jagoda Nikačević


Published: 15.03.2013.
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