Naeema Mohammed Sageer, Peter Pan

Naeema Mohammed Sageer

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

Pluto knows what that’s like A fall from grace in your arsenal Your early years a Helix memory

All the world’s a stage Cumulative Gimmick Point Averages And performance evaluations

The phantom of the opera beckons And the haunting commences A little trip to the good ‘ol days

It’s here now, My ride awaits

Soar higher, they said But what happens when a bird runs out of blue sky?

Kyle Adams