"Have you got tears in your eyes?"
I have a perfect child's clutching fingers
her tearful mouth open
with gnashing pearls. (All in my mind)
and I am your girl, but I have an envying tongue
grating its tip on baby teeth -- watching Peter Pan fly -- away
with those lost boys -- and their toys --
and waiting, waiting --
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THE OCEAN
Poetry'In the old days at home the Neverland had always begun to look a little dark and threatening by bedtime. Then unexplored patches arose in it and spread, black shadows moved about in them, the roar of the beasts of prey was quite different now, and...
