(for J.M. Barrie)
they always shoot the Wendy Bird when they get
to that
part in the play
the lost boys in the never land of my
part in the play
the lost boys in the never land of my
recurrent days.
I wish I could write it another way
I wish that I could straighten the seams
but the scene plays out.
in every dream. or matinee.
maybe it’s just that they’re too tired
or that they had too much to eat
overfilled on sweets and stories with
I wish I could write it another way
I wish that I could straighten the seams
but the scene plays out.
in every dream. or matinee.
maybe it’s just that they’re too tired
or that they had too much to eat
overfilled on sweets and stories with
elaborate endings.
lost in a pirate pretending.
too blind from the glare on the
lost in a pirate pretending.
too blind from the glare on the
green blue lagoon
sooner or later she will plummet in blue
her pink sash immaculate;
sooner or later she will plummet in blue
her pink sash immaculate;
fair ribbons streaming
and I will awake locked out of dreaming
murmuring on the lawn
how long how long
can this go on?
they always shoot the Wendy Bird
their eyes full of sudden tears
and then they say
they never meant to.
and this occurs for years.
mary angela douglas 13 october 2020
and I will awake locked out of dreaming
murmuring on the lawn
how long how long
can this go on?
they always shoot the Wendy Bird
their eyes full of sudden tears
and then they say
they never meant to.
and this occurs for years.
mary angela douglas 13 october 2020
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