The Markedness Place Poem by Miroslava Odalovic

May as well be the well with no more wishes
But for you to look at its drought

The star too tired to wink at any more sense

The bird that does not ask about the meaning of its flight
The names uplisting downlisting spitting
At the meaning of numbers

The door that's there just to be mute about an entrance

The milkman recycled in too many bottles
That licked the last dropp from the their bottom

The cat lazily observing the softness of its paws
Having a chat with its day of independence

The eyes closed down on page one
In the registry books of sight

The hair clasped and hanging
From the catalogue of colours

The art that asks for no reward
But the beauty spelled in wholeness

May as well be any thing
You touch with fingers already marked
In start and finishing lines

Even if you never asked
Where the stroke of your breath comes from
And what it will eventually paint