Peter Pan
Naeema Mohammed Sageer in 30 lines I hopped on a ride from Toys “R” Us Rode off into a secret sunset,
Stopping when the pixels waved black and white Brown paper bag baskets
Created make-believe worlds
We’d shoot hoops to cheers we couldn’t hear Dust jacket science became armor
I picked hardcover lies over paperback truths, The Kessel Run now a physics problem “Let’s draw an imaginary line
Call it the horizon and use it to guide us” We don’t fantasize in The Real World™ But change isn’t the only constant. Coke-stained sofas are déjà vu
Interrupting movies too profound for us— A reminder of a glorious era
Little league is as far as I got
Now I have the Post-Olympic blues No DeLorean to take me back
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