TE17 Mysterious Montenegro

Four Poems

Podgorica is waking up metal gates on the jewelry shops raise with the creak in Sloboda Street there is a traffic jam smiling waiter is approaching me, he says

“Last night you left your umbrella here”

- And what about a galleon? What about Borislav Pekic?!

- What ?!

I look up

Towards the sky above Podgorica

I taste infinity in my mouth

And it’s as if I am seeing the constellation Argo Navis

And a shiny white star The cosmic lighthouse the eternal landmark for the lost poets’ souls

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