Yugoslav Station
John Rodriguez
Smile for me, change my heart to ease
And emancipate, emancipate me from
This jigsaw pessimism. Join me by the lake,
Our bodies becoming impassioned
When the sky embraces both of its guests
You and I, far from the Yugoslav station
As we lie, we speak of possibilities
As we sleep we mend a fragmented reality.
Divinity, Divinity? Where are you?
Loyal tongue, truthful tongue, which triumphs
Here, far from the Yugoslav station,
Where my travels soon cease and
My change of heart creates your smile.
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