The Thistledown Cloak - Poem by Anthony Dalby
I saw it still and silent in a case
for take off
by the disabled toilet.
a coat, a cloak
no ordinary garment.
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
rise into the air
over the rooftops
swim in raindrops
transform the world
We can't have that
I will go there tonight
and wear it...
Are you coming?
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