How Many

May 3, 2011 at 9:29 am (Dominic Alapat, Poetry)




through this stone stream

of paper boats

such magical creatures

of dream

they will never

go from your mind

filling with trees

they are flowers

soft brown sparrows

white buildings

like slate standing

cold and fresh

in the air

they are the songs

the mirrors sing

the O gold of the sun

the skywater blue babies

that will not let

the paper boats drown.

– Dominic Alapat


1 Comment

  1. rekha said,

    Excellent, Dominic!

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