Saša Važić



meadows   meadows   meadows   and the sky, vast   light blue   no birds in sight   nothing above our heads   my brother and i search   for tiny, tiny flowers in the deep grass   he yellow   i white   he blue   i violet   he runs merrily   jumping over ditches   i try to catch up with him   falling   rising   squeezing white   violet flowers   tight in my hand   close   closer   closer and closer   rushing to make someone happy   to be closer   to make her happy   our young mother in the photo   her lips faintly curved in a smile   her sad eyes   between the pages of a book i will never read again

roofless house
wafting through the mist
a woman’s song


About Saša Važić