in Tito days
In Tito's days
When Yugoslavia was whole
and Tito had made
made his peace with the mighty USA
nascent was the tourist boom
that was ok, we had been children
of a greater war
we had been cured of gluttony
the breakfast had a whiff of army
mountains of bread
tea was served in solid mugs
the forest reaches to the edge of
the sea, the beach was small
had few swimmers
wild boars begged for food
We were not here
to bear witness to a new industry
but to explore each other's
sexuality
away from prying eyes, except
for Tito, whose print hung
on the opposite wall
and had a knowing smile.
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