On this Very Street in Belgrade Your mother carried you Out of the smoking ruins of a building And set you down on this sidewalk Like a doll bundled in burnt rags, Where you now stood years later Talking to a homeless dog, Half-hidden behind a parked car, His eyes brimming with hope As he inched forward, ready for the worst. |
Copyright © 2013 by Charles Simic. Used with permission of the author. |
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