GRAPE Poem by Miroslav Mićanović
GRAPE
To follow the cows from
A to B is a complicated
mathematical problem
for boys seven or
nine years old.
Dust brushed up
with cows tails and
sticks in their hands
are just a letter
now.
Marko Peić, barkeeper
from Gunja, serves
grape juice for the boys,
a pergola is an unreal
stage, ring on
his hand a sign
for future happiness
out of grasp and -
and then all disappear.
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