Belgrade Wakes Up

day broke inexorably over
the sunshine cobbles over the old
habsburg plaza over the electric
trolley buses over the coffee grounds

in the cup over the roma woman
shooshed away over the music store
over rat svetova over mikhail
bulgakov; the russions are coming

have come have gone (i negotiated
briskly with the taxi driver & he
ripped us off pretending to tour
the town centre all of it super!

of course prima! much nicer than
sofia natch) then it breaks the
serbian day like a raw egg over
the city over us over the poet

(Mikhail Bulgakov, The Master & Margarita)†

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