Morning On The Sidewalk ~ Jutro Na Trotoaru Poem by Jankovic Zoran

Morning is without light.
It feels discomfort of moisture
after the July night showers.
The wet sidewalk is napping
and dreams of the midday sun.

The spoiled dog walks his sleepy master.
The snatch of a thin leash breaks
the imagination of freedom,
but the dog knows that he will have
the wonderful dream in the house.

The rough sound of high heels
can be heard on the sidewalk.
The whore lazily returns
from the night shift.
Her imagination is dampened
by her wet breath,
but she knows that,
in a warm room,
the freedom will be her dream.

They pass silent,
side by side,
local whore and pet dog,
but they don't know
that they will dream
the same dream this morning.

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Jutro na trotoaru

Jutro je bez svjetla.
Osjeća se nemir vlage
posle julskog pljuska.
Mokri trotoar drijema,
sanja podnevno sunce.

Razmaženi pas šeta
svog pospanog gospodara.
Trzaj tankog povodca
razbija maštu o slobodi,
ali pas zna da će u kući
sanjati najljepši san.

Čuje se grubi zvuk
visokih potpetica.
Kurva se lijeno vraća
iz noćne smjene.
Maštu joj guši vlažni dah,
ali ona zna da će
u toploj sobi
sloboda biti njen san.

Prolaze ćuteći,
jedno pored drugog,
lokalna kurva i kućni pas,
a ne znaju da će jutros
sanjati isti san.