Just A Little Boy

Imposes on an empty room-
A bouquet of parked cars, echoes from
A parking lot-
Other promises the moon steals- pretty
Ladders leading up
To second story bedrooms: but she
Has already gone to the nuptial-
She is a school girl at a
Banquet, and
She is not alone:
In a forest fire of uneasy businesses
Waiting to come home from
School,
As I fixate vulpine on the pornography of
Her saturated woods:
But I am just a little boy, and the canal
Lingers torpidly:
All of my words flood out to her,
Saturnine,
And she brushes her hair- the alligator
Smiles,
And looking up to her, asks her for all of
The time in the world.

poem by Bret R. Crabrooke
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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