Poems by
Semezdin Mehmedinovic

Dates

Wounded Parks

Moorish Fountain

 

Moorish Fountain

I was standing in the courtyard at the train station (LA)
Looking at the water in the Moorish fountain
When a homeless guy asked me if I
Could watch his dog before he just
Went off someplace, on his way.

No one had ever asked me to look
After a dog before, at least not like that;

Looking after the dog in front of the Moorish fountain
I had no idea what I'd do with him
If the homeless guy didn't come back.
And I write off my discomfort as inexperience:
Looking after a homeless dog, in and of
Itself, seems absurd, like anything, I
suppose, you try the first time


 

 

 

 

From NINE ALEXANDRIAS (City Lights Books, 2003)