Nick Carbo


Capis Windows - Poem by Nick Carbo

How do you enter that Manila
frame of mind, that woven
mat of noodle house restaurants,

that dawn of tapis tasting women,
that hankering of hourly hauntings?
Drive along Roxas Boulevard

when the moon has just clocked
out of third shift and the sea horses
are returning to their feeding stables.

Walk the afternoon trees of Taft Avenue
and talk to the mechanics of Sunday
medicine. Ask them for recipes

to cure fire-retardant love. Bask
in the baying of mahogany dogs on Mabini
street and pass through the red

wrought iron gates of Calle Remedios
where you'll find a house with capis windows
where Doña Inez waits to sew your skin.


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  • Rookie Nobodys Business (10/2/2007 1:44:00 PM)

    Excellent poem. Well written and moving. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 1, 2004



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