Poem: Extraordinary Boy

Sweeping cereal dust over weathered wooden floors

He knew this push-broom life was not his.

Brave soldiers and dashing lovers, charming spies and magnetic saviors,

Giant heroes

On a screen –

These were his people. And (in darker moments) his friends,

His Sirens, beckoning from a distant place,

Where corn was found in polished supermarket aisles,

and in endless regiment rows outside a frosty window.

 

 

Too beautiful to stay.

Too beautiful.

Songs that make boys cry played in his head, and he could not say why.

Too beautiful.

Too beautiful to stay.

 

 

Was it possible, he wondered, to be an extraordinary boy

And never grow old?

The corn reached higher, yearning for heaven, and then it was gone.

Like the magic of childhood, going, going, always going

Until there was only space where once proud plants stood erectly at attention.

Brave soldiers and dashing lovers all.

 

 

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1 Response

  1. Bk says:

    Nice work on that one.

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