6.8.00 Mostar, Bosnia
smoke hangs in air around city
even in dreams I make phone
calls to eastern Europe 15 mangosteens
chase me down because what?
I was remembered söla
big pans and once, rows of people
walk home it's the
we arrive trepidation
I draw I suppose
Isn't this ego in dose
of Napoleon to carry thru of
a son echoes through
the traffic blur ancient
and lonely
It was just after the earthquake
when the 2nd and 3rd fires started.
Welcome to Bosnia, Jen and I joked,
another day in the life in Mostar.
Perhaps the earthquake set off a
land mine or it spontaneously combusted
in the heat. We cringe and laugh nervously.
Vasvija brings a bowl of fresh
watermelon to counteract the heat and
we watch the fires burn like its
our entertainment for the evening
A few blocks away
the remnants of a shelled building
recovery is slower in Bosnia. Don't
have the economy for it. This, Jen
says, is some fucked up shit.
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