He puffed out his chest, stood up straight and said,
“I am a man.”
Which only had the effect,
of a boy in his father’s jacket.
A little wondrous boy,
resistant to affection,
because he thinks disaffecting makes him look more grown.
He quickly forgets that,
without Wendy,
he never would have had his precious shadow,
sewn,
back on.
When he gets bored,
he declares, “game over.”
And sends the other players home.
And although he has his shadow,
he still hasn’t found his heart,
so while the others sleep in loves embrace,
he is still out playing,
all alone,
long, long after dark.
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