Friday, March 19, 2021

To A Sweet Youth, Or, You Have No Idea

 


To A Sweet Young Man 

Or, You Have No Idea


How things seem changed to me

Contexts conspire, rearrange the way i see 

the things i saw not them but i 

have been redrawn, prioritized, & i 

- i do not think myself (thank God) unwilling 

Like some grown up Wendy Darling, 

to question why, but wonder — comparable?

I ask the opened window — am I able? 

Peter, neither cruel nor heartless, wonders why

I think I’m too stiff & weak & heavy to fly




Be seeing you.

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