The Boy Who Refused To Ever Grow Up (Poem)

Unsteady,

raggedy,

lost boy.

Lost Boys?

Always asking us to fly away,

and whispering,

cowboy promises of escape,

from the back of a spotted horse

named Tikerbell.

Always lost.

Lost boys.

And looking for a faerie.

That pixie girl with tears,

and years,

in the corners of her eyes,

Ophelia's flowers tucked behind her ear,

still wet from all that drowning.

bvk, 2021.

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