on his sandpaper skin
you could see the scars of
all those missed trips to Neverland —
all those moments when
he wanted to be Peter Pan
but could not bring himself to fly
& with his earthbound grip
he built his foundation, solidly
on the slopes of a childhood dream
while his twinkling eyes
still sought Peter Pan
in the ever-changing skies.
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