Oda semaforima

Stoje visoko iznad naših glava,
svaki dan krote
limene i organske
zveri.

Koliko samo
žena na porodiljskom odsustvu,
krezavih penzionera,
vojnika,
narko-dilera,
zaljubljenih srednjoškolki,
isfrustriranih studenata,
sezonskih radnika,
pijanih bivših muževa,
doteranih budućih žena,
koliko njih stane pred jedan
semafor.

Crveno.
Stojiš.
Zeleno.
Prolaziš.

Nema izuzetaka.
Kosmička pravda.

Bojan Marjanović


Published: 15.06.2013.
Classified as: Poezija
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