I have a magical caftanmade from an Indian bedspread.A barefoot man caughta blue garden,the same way otherscatch butterflies or stars,and planted it on theplain, unbleached muslin. Curled under its generousblue garden, I tent myselfaway from the world:body swinging in a hammock;spirit jetting through the stars.(But never wear shoeswith a dress such as this;otherwise, the magic … Continue reading The magical caftan