HOUSE FOR SALE Poem by Miroslav Mićanović

A house for sale in Gunja
is very simple to describe
in the year two thousand and thirteen:
large and well-kept,
with yard and garden, green lawn
and small orchard, with summer kitchen,
reliable tools and confident neighbors,
with comfortable wooden bench in front of it,
so you can see a world passing
(and leaving).

The house for sale was advertised,
a house kept with hands of various
artisans: bricklayers, carpenters, electricians,
locksmiths, floor layers, ceramists,
roofers, with hands of known
and unknown artisans, ignoramuses,
shady passers-by, a house built
and kept by the hands of its owner
Antun Antal (during the last war
he went to Sweden to die
there.)

A house for sale in Gunja
is very simple to describe
in the year two thousand and thirteen.

You can come to see an item on
sale and if you buy it you can
rest assured it will
last forever.

But in the advertisement you will not read
about dead owner, he is still around
the house, mending and keeping,
in due time,
if he can afford it.