They cast a line
Six feet ahead
Into silent Kotor Bay
.
Hook and sinker
Luring not even a pilchard
Reel it in
Re-bait
Replay
.
Polluted the water does not appear
I can see the pebbles, the seaweed
Big fish clearly ain’t lurking here
.
I can forgive the kids-
They’re naïve and tangled up
In the thrill of it
.
Zigzagging across the pier
The fortuity to net a fish against a backdrop of
Deserted
Brutalist
Architecture
.
But the oldies are aware
Of post-war struggle-
Collapse
Ruin
Despair
.
They keep at it though
Casting off line after line into
Empty
Aquamarine
Brine
.
What do they hope to snag?
Some luck?
Some progression?
.
Or perhaps a scruple to amend
The Yugoslavian echo-
Crony capitalism
Corruption
Regression
Crony capitalism
Corruption
Regression
.
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