Novica Tadić Poems

Poor us, we are all kings
when we gaze at the starry sky.
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Great wise night
Under the city walls
You pull me out of
The monster's socket
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In the storage of all things
with a soft paw
she keeps pushing off the mask
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I dream how on a flat surface
I set down knives of various
shapes and sizes.
Already there are so many of them
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A two-legged bag
stops me on the street
and asks me
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