Zagreb

I never dreamed of meeting you
but perhaps that’s how it always is

Your tourist office, with pretty coloured
maps and pamphlets, told me
    I am city of beginnings and of past
    I am city of trying to be alive
        of trying to be forward
        yet celebrating yesterday

Your steep stone streets told me
    I am city of walking people
        of fancy heals
        and shabby boots
        of pointed pigeon feet

And your fountains and your statues
sputtered when they spoke, telling me
    I am city that recalls
    and waits at ready to make new
    new heroes, new futures, new dreams

But the voice of the filthy woman was the loudest
It told me, as it took trash from a public bin
    I am city like every city
    I am city where life scrapes a living
        where children are born and die
        where people laugh and cry

    I am city like your own
    like every other city

I never dreamed of meeting you
so far, so distant, different
but maybe that’s how it always is
    when we go to someplace new

The End

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