Rosy cream washing over a candied sky
Tastes so good that one could lick one’s fingers.
Men put forth shoots
and women bud with greater ease.Old folk are off to market
to buy greens
for salad
for food and clothes.Socks and knickers sprout
on the window sills.
Balconies flower with rugs and mats.
The windows shake and open with laughter.
Footsteps fall on breathing streets.
In double rows of trees
a dash of sun with dock.Parks and flower beds greenly evoke memories.
Alone I walk.
From one side of the street
From one side of the world
Silence is greater.Somewhere a radio is heard:
On this day…

Milos Manojlovic