I long to be… boy again
Forgetting “now”… to dream of “when”
Making marks on kitchen wall
“Stretch…ing” to stand five feet tall
Float popsicle sticks down the gutter
Reading comics without shudder
Making ships, horses in sky
Calm, content as clouds float by
I long to be… boy again
Escaping the barbarity of men
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