The Purple Cape

September 6, 2013 at 7:32 am (Dominic Alapat, Poetry)

of a comic book character

broke free from

the minds of the children

playing in the verandah.

In the wind

it floated through the dark passageway

of bathrooms bursting with stars

into the mango tree nearby.

There it remained stuck in the branches

mistaken for a blanket

which I always cover myself with

before going to sleep.

Looking out at the sky today

from my window

its beautiful bright blue

everything seems perfect.

Part of the terrace

of the building across mine

is a child’s painting

from a sketch-book.

Two white pipes

rise beautifully quiet.

A crow flies next to it.

– Dominic Alapat

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