Laurels Literary Magazine Spring 2014 | Page 92

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. 92