Friday, July 4, 2025

Arriving

The orange flame

arrives

like clockwork 

on the afternoon bus

from Zagreb. You

hoist your backpack

onto eager shoulders 

and, singing in 

Arabic, hit

the street,

hazel eyes

blazing, situated 

exactly where

you like it, somewhere

liminal, halfway

between chaos

and calm,

forgetting 

and remembering 

at the same

time..

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