Beton

Juče sam u centru grada
videla zadnji deo psa sa sve repom
kako viri iz betonske kante.

Videla sam i kako zubima izvlači kesu
kako je baca na pločnik
razbucava i njuši
plastične flaše od mleka i jogurta.

Hleba ni za lek.

Nije lako biti ni pas danas.

Lozen


Published: 11.11.2016.
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