I. Lost Boys
I wander through the park,
trying to find myself amongst
my rose garden companions,
and why wouldn’t I?
Delicate petals invite me in,
to touch,
to feel,
to experience something else
that is just as fragile and breakable
as a palette of human emotions
I search for myself amongst
this smorgasbord of beauty
blessed to breathe their breezes
As hard as I look,
squinting my eyes to focus,
digging deeper and deeper into the dirt,
I am not here to be found,
I don’t think I want to be found
I will just search for Peter Pan
in visits to follow,
a little girl to my right claims
to have spotted him in the forest
behind my bench,
swears she saw him, dad
Is that not the wish we all bestow
upon the second start to the left?
To be taken away to a place
where growing up is forbidden?
II.
The little girl has grown
into adolescence, giving up
on the promise of a Never, Never Land
Bells from Santa’s sash have lost
their ring of seasonal song,
the only rustle of tree branches
stem from spring susurrous breezes
now that her Pan surrendered to Hook,
was that not too long ago?
No one will ever know,
the devices detecting time’s tally
were destroyed by Shmee
My sweet girl,
you were so sure you saw every young hearts’
desire, but you’ve forgotten the most
important part regarding your end of the deal,
you were told to hold on to your baby teeth
Did you lose them when you lost your marbles?
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