I saw it still and silent in a case
poised
for take off
by the disabled toilet.
a coat, a cloak
no ordinary garment.
transparent gossamer
woven from thistle down
They had to put it in the case, they said
because you never know what could happen
Someone might wear it
grow wings
rise into the air
over the rooftops
They might
swim in raindrops
become infinite
transform the world
We can't have that
I will go there tonight
and wear it...
Are you coming?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
after I got past the disabled WC, which I could only identify as WCW or someone's initials (and I live in Europe!) I quite enjoyed this - especially the question at the end.