| Arrow by Gordana Pesic |
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Wish leaves were still falling or shaking in the gust of wind once more Just for a week or even a day. What a difference it would be to watch them change, To feel their last tremble of life Before they find themselves on the ground Yellow and brown; Even that would be life itself - Turning from green into yellow, from red into brown, Once so high up, then suddenly soundless and down Covered by this morning frost. I picked up a heart-shaped leaf and held it in my hand. It made me wonder where life really ends. But two men looked at me waiting impatiently for a sign. And I nodded, obedient and quiet Knelt down to grab a handful of ground, Then I threw it into the hole and stood there frozen with coldness Motionless, like a stone. There was only that monotonous sound of earth falling onto the box. I got lost in this sudden emptiness staring at the men Filling the hole as if they were emptying my mind. The tapping sound of shovels on the ground - stopped. I thought they'd rather have their cup of hot tea now than talk to me! And what could they say.... I fell into a net, my own self-made, perfect trap Made to take you back in time and keep you there forever. But I was left to curl on the grave like a cat on your doorstep, To close my eyes and try to forget as if taking a midday nap - And live it all again at least for a week or even a day. |
| © 2004 Gordana Pesic |
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