Friday, July 07, 2006

Lost Boys

The lost boys
Prance on leashes,
    never growing up.
Domesticated by Wendy, John,
    and Michael, no longer
Howling at moons or riding
Wild night winds with wings.
But Peter picks new ones from
    back alleys, the discarded:
    Always there are dogs
    hungry to become wolves.

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