It's morning and the sun carries naked treetops like antlers
*
Trucks emerge from the night
And vanish into the day
*
Bread deliverymen
Greet first-graders
Their cumbersome bags
Keep them from floating away
*
A cat walks down the middle of the road
Then it sits
Called by her tail
She turns around
*
A waiter silently
Sips his coffee
With his right thumb
He caresses the screen
Kitch Pope
*
The girl from the betting shop
Is late
She carries the odds
Like a child in her arms
Hanging from her hand
Is a bunch of keys
*
From the car pulled-in by the road side
A third-shift worker gets out
His skull is plugged
With eyes like cork stoppers
*
An old man
Comes out his front door
Walks to the woodpile
Squats
Crackles
*
Two men meet
From their bags
Bread loaves stare at each other like puppies
*
The labourers at the house across the street
Turn on the cement mixer
And silence spills into the sand
*
A woman waits for the bus
When she sees it
She goorms herself
Hands neatening the collar
Her silk blouse
Returns to its nest
Her thyroid gland
Almin Kaplan (born 1985) Bosnia
Translated with DeepL.com and also by Katarina Gotić
Source: Lyrikline
*
Trucks emerge from the night
And vanish into the day
*
Bread deliverymen
Greet first-graders
Their cumbersome bags
Keep them from floating away
*
A cat walks down the middle of the road
Then it sits
Called by her tail
She turns around
*
A waiter silently
Sips his coffee
With his right thumb
He caresses the screen
Kitch Pope
*
The girl from the betting shop
Is late
She carries the odds
Like a child in her arms
Hanging from her hand
Is a bunch of keys
*
From the car pulled-in by the road side
A third-shift worker gets out
His skull is plugged
With eyes like cork stoppers
*
An old man
Comes out his front door
Walks to the woodpile
Squats
Crackles
*
Two men meet
From their bags
Bread loaves stare at each other like puppies
*
The labourers at the house across the street
Turn on the cement mixer
And silence spills into the sand
*
A woman waits for the bus
When she sees it
She goorms herself
Hands neatening the collar
Her silk blouse
Returns to its nest
Her thyroid gland
Almin Kaplan (born 1985) Bosnia
Translated with DeepL.com and also by Katarina Gotić
Source: Lyrikline
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