The Boy out in the Rain

The Boy out in the Rain

Pattering the tin roof
Mushing last-year’s leaves
He is all shadow now
Lost boy grown ancient
The pirates are dead
Eaten by an army of crocs
There are no more Wendys
With their perspicacious needles
And threads of light
Tonight he picks at the shutters
For a memory of warmth
I’d let him in
If he didn’t have such long claws

Lucy Simpson, 4-2013

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