Zlatni mrav

Juče u tišini mekanog dana
dok sam u bašti čitao novine
ugledah zlatnog mrava
na prašnoj postelji ruže.
Prišao sam mu
i pružio prste ko stepenice
sišao je
i u kotlini hrapavog dlana
sklopio današnje novine.
Sklopio sam i ja svoje.

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